"Mm, I'll listen to you," Su Hongxing smiled in agreement.
After all, this was his house, and he could decide whom he did not want to see.
Plus, Mr. Ye was his grandfather.
She had not anticipated that he would disregard the familial bonds with the Ye Family.
Su Hongxing went to the kitchen and brought out some piping hot steamed dumplings, handing them to Ding Ye: "Eat these in the car. No matter how busy you are, don't skip breakfast. Work is important, but not as crucial as your health."
Ding Ye looked at Su Hongxing, his eyes deep and dark as ink. He handed the child back to her and drove away.
Once Ding Ye left, Su Hongxing turned to look at Mr. Ye: "Please go ahead."
Mr. Ye was still in shock.
Ding Ye's face was so similar to Ye Qilan's; not even twins could be that alike.
He had a momentary illusion, thinking Ding Ye was Ye Qilan.
