He drove out in the Bentley that Ye Jizu had given him. For Qin Fan, who had no particular interest in cars, this was just an ordinary means of transportation. After all, Lord Qin often used ride-hailing services and never showed the slightest disdain for taxis. In a world gone mad for cars, Qin Fan had already soared beyond the horizon.
He didn't engage the car's roaring speed mode. Qin Fan slowly drove the Bentley out of the Half Mountain Villa District, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic and making his way unhurriedly toward the Ye Family's estate.
About ten minutes later, the Bentley drove through the open gates of the Ye Family mansion. He found an empty spot and casually parked.
Amid respectful calls of "Lord Qin," Qin Fan entered the Ye Family's main hall with a smile.
"Lord Qin!"
"Master Qin!"
"Mr. Qin!"
"Young Friend Qin!"
As Qin Fan appeared, everyone who had been talking stood up in unison to greet him with jovial shouts.
