Yang Ye appeared within the room. Besides Bai Xiangyao, there was a middle aged man in luxurious robes who Bai Xiangyao bore some resemblance to. Obviously, he was her father.

“Young Master Yang?” There was surprise in Bai Xiangyao’s eyes. Obviously, she hadn’t expected him to suddenly appear here.

The middle aged man’s gaze had descended onto Yang Ye as well, and he was sizing up Yang Ye incessantly.

Yang Ye nodded slightly to Bai Xiangyao and said, “I’m ...