"Only someone like Young Master Ye would achieve true kingly dominance!"
The extended Lincoln drove along the outskirts of Jiangbei City, and the driver drove smoothly and slowly, fearing to disturb Ye Qingfeng's rest.
At that moment, Ye Qingfeng's phone suddenly rang.
Without even opening his eyes, he answered the call directly.
"Xiao Feng!"
On the other end was the voice of Ye Gang, making Ye Qingfeng open his eyes and sit up straight.
"Uncle Gang?" he said with a smile, "Why are you calling me so late?"
Beside him, Lei Ye was taken aback, his eyes filled with shock.
He had followed Ye Qingfeng for more than two months, yet this was the first time he learned that Ye Qingfeng had an uncle, and judging by the tone, he was very respectful.
His shock was immense; what kind of family could have such an outstanding and heaven-defying member?
Despite his curiosity, he dared not interrupt, and he just listened quietly from the side.
