The plane landed at the racetrack, today the weather was pleasant and sunny, and many elites and celebrities were spending time here, or using horse racing as an excuse to discuss business, even Ye Qinghan was galloping around the racetrack.
Seeing a helicopter arrogantly landing on the lawn, Ye Qinghan rode over and saw Mo Yinhe helping Si Mingjing jump down from the helicopter, he whistled from afar.
Upon approaching, Ye Qinghan sat high atop a fine horse, smiled at Mo Yinhe and said, "Why are you here? You didn't give me a heads-up before coming; the best horse in my racetrack has been taken by someone else."
Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing's hand, and they leisurely walked to the horse.
Mo Yinhe examined the fine horse Ye Qinghan was riding and said, "This horse looks great; come down."
Ye Qinghan remained unmoved.
He isn't Ye Shen, if Mo Yinhe narrows his eyes slightly, Ye Shen would shrink like a startled bird.
