The next day at noon, Ye Fan was driven by Zhang Lu to the outside of the villa.
Mengyao, who had received the news, welcomed him out with Du Xueqi accompanying her.
Ye Fan and Mengyao locked eyes; everything was understood without words, no excessive pleasantries.
"Mengyao, I've brought your man here safely and handed him over to you without any harm. I'm leaving now." Zhang Lu said with a smile.
"Not coming in for a sit?" Mengyao asked.
"No, I still have a lot of work to handle, I have to leave." Zhang Lu said.
"I won't see you off, take care." Mengyao waved goodbye.
After Zhang Lu left, Ye Fan and Mengyao entered the villa.
"I knew you were coming home, so I was cooking," Mengyao said while looking at Ye Fan: "It must have been a tiring trip, looking at the exhaustion on your face hasn't gone away, go take a shower, then we'll have dinner, I have something to tell you."
