Yan Ye could feel the dust on the door.
His intuition told him that no one lived here.
If someone lived here, it would never be this dirty.
Not far away, a local neighbor was peering at him.
They seemed not to recognize who Yan Ye was.
"Hey! Who are you?"
Hearing the voice, Yan Ye turned around holding his son.
"Uncle, does no one live here anymore?" Yan Ye did not introduce himself.
Because his identity was rather awkward.
"That's right! Since Old Lian passed away, no one has lived here! Didn't you know Old Lian passed away? Oh, he passed away half a year ago!"
Old Master Lian had passed away!
Yan Ye had not received any news.
Thinking of this, Yan Ye sneered coldly. After he and Lian Xinying broke up, all the matters of the Lian Family had nothing to do with him.
His relationship with Su Rong had deteriorated a year ago, so it was perfectly normal for Su Rong not to tell him.
