Half an hour later.
Silver Hu Club
Momo was led by the Ye family's old butler toward the fish pond.
This leisure fishing pond had a great location, sheltered from the wind but bathed in sunlight.
From a distance, Momo could only see an elderly man in military attire sitting by the pond, fishing.
"Miss Mo, that's our old chief over there... The old chief loves fishing, and ever since Young Master Zhan was little, he loved accompanying the old chief to fish..."
Momo maintained a polite and appropriate smile, responding to the old butler.
As she approached, Old Master Ye turned around.
The first thing that captured Momo's eyes were his sharp eyes, which had weathered many years of battlefield temperament, unlike the cloudy eyes of ordinary old men.
It was different from her grandfather, who spent a lifetime with a benevolent heart.
Momo felt an invisible pressure emanating from several steps away, originating from Old Master Ye.
