Ye Zhanhua exuded a sharpness characteristic of a military man; he commanded respect without the need for anger, and his presence was incredibly formidable.
Qin Bijun was gentle and graceful, a prototypical beauty of the Southern water towns. Even though she was forty, time hadn't left a single mark on her face; not a wrinkle was to be seen. Her beauty was extraordinary, ranking at the very top among mature women.
One tall and sturdy with a square face, the other radiant and gorgeous—they stood side by side like a pair made in heaven.
Upon seeing them, Xu Qianli hastened to greet them.
"Uncle Ye, Aunt Qin, hello."
Ye Zhanhua said nothing. He gave Xu Qianli a complicated look and turned his attention away, too indifferent to bother with him.
He was not particularly satisfied with Xu Qianli.
