"In the Cemetery of Sanyuanli." The man spoke, glanced at the sky, and then turned back inside.
"Young Master, this is already the sixth day. Should we lend a hand to Miss Xia?" Ye Feng looked at the Young Master, who was buried in reviewing documents, feeling anxious inside.
Thinking about Xia Qingqian standing all day mourning in front of Qiao Zhenyu's tombstone in the Sanyuanli Cemetery.
No matter who spoke to her, she wouldn't listen. When she returned to the house, she ignored the Young Master and even dared to... contradict him.
He truly was worried for Xia Qingqian; her indifference and rudeness towards the Young Master, if this period passes, the Young Master will surely take back everything with interest.
Beitang Yao raised an eyebrow, glanced up, and then quickly resumed looking down, as if not taking Ye Feng's words to heart.
