After walking two to three hundred meters, Qin Fan strolled leisurely into the pavilion that spanned the lotus pond, his hands in his pockets. The two slow-moving Audis quickly stopped at the edge of the pond, and the entire Ye family hurried out, rushing toward the pavilion.
"Lord Qin!"
"Lord Qin!"
Ye Congjun and his son approached Qin Fan, their faces full of obsequious smiles as they greeted him.
Though he had a pretty good idea of the family's intentions, Qin Fan still asked with a playful smile, "Speak. What do you want from me?"
