Soon after, Cen Shaoqing also sat in the driver’s seat.
The speed of the car was neither fast nor slow. Ten minutes later, the car steadily stopped in front of the Cen family manor.
Immediately, a servant came up to greet him. “Fifth Master.”
Cen Shaoqing handed the car keys to him. “Park in the garage.”
“Okay.”The servant nodded.
Cen Shaoqing held ye Zao’s hand and put it into the pocket of his coat.
The two of them walked into the manor together.
Hearing footsteps, old Mrs. Cen smiled and looked up. “They’re here! They’re here!”
Sitting opposite Old Mrs. Cen was a middle-aged woman. She smiled and said, “Aunt, I’ve long heard that Shaoqing’s fiancée is the same as the one in the painting. This time, I’m finally going to see her in person!”
This person was old Mrs. Cen’s distant niece, called Chen Lanfang. She would come to the Cen family to pay New Year’s greetings every year. Unfortunately, she did not see ye Zhuo at the Cen family last year.