That cry of "Second Young Master" instantly froze the atmosphere.
Ye Chutang tilted her head to look at Mingze. "Mingze, is he calling for you?"
'Second Young Master? But there was no "second young master" among her siblings.'
The color drained from Ye Mingze's face, then flushed red.
Just then, the butler, Yu Hong, finally noticed that several other people had returned with Ye Mingze.
He hurriedly asked, "Second Young Master, are these people your guests?"
'How strange. The Second Young Master usually hangs around with those wastrels from the Capital City who do nothing but loaf around, drinking and carousing all day. When did he make friends like these?'
'And that woman in the carriage... even though the curtain was only half-lifted, he could still make out a glimpse of an incomparably refined and beautiful face.'
'Was there a small child with them, too?'
'This…'
