After the person left, Zhao Yang glanced at the place where Ye Tian and the others were hiding, and smiled faintly.
He turned and returned to his room, picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it gently, and said, "Ye Tian, since you're here already, why not come in and sit for a while."
Ye Tian had long intended for this, he and Hu Xian walked into Zhao Yang's room, and a special fragrance filled their noses, making them involuntarily relax.
"You also love growing roses?" Ye Tian unceremoniously poured himself a glass of wine, and teased.
"Seems like you already know, the Bloodline, they all love roses." Zhao Yang gestured with his glass, still leisurely sipping the crimson liquid in the cup.
"You admitted it straightforwardly, so go ahead and tell me, what's your purpose in coming to Huaxia." Seeing Zhao Yang was forthright, Ye Tian was equally direct.
