Ye Hao curled his lips, and said lightly: "If they give you face very much, do they really want to support you?"
Xie Mengyao smiled sweetly and said, "In that case, of course they are my siblings, my dearest relatives and friends."
Ye Hao sighed, didn't bother to say anything, but walked into the main hall.
This place is nearly 200 square meters, with no extra decorations around, and the walls are hung with incomparably atmospheric landscape paintings.
In the middle of the hall is a huge Hainan huanghuali sofa, which looks antique and has a simple charm.
At this moment, a lot of porcelain and teacups were smashed on the ground.
In the guest place, there are two young people sitting.
One with short hair, holding a teacup in his hand and drinking at the moment, his expression is indifferent, showing neither emotion nor anger.
The other one was dyed with yellow hair and looked angry. It is estimated that he smashed everything in the hall.
And behind them, there were more than a dozen men and women with bulging temples.
These people are condescending at first glance, they are definitely masters of martial arts.
In this place, they have an air of domineering, overlooking everything.
You don't need to look at the two people who are obviously the sons of the branch, you only need to look at their guards, and Ye Hao will understand.
Xie Mengyao's desire to subdue these two so-called princes is probably just a dream come true!
They clearly came for the position of the head of Xiemen in Jinling.
The reason why I condescend to meet Xie Mengyao is because I came to show Xie Mengyao off!
If it wasn't for Xie Mengyao's superior position, it would have involved the fundamental interests of Jinling, and even related to whether the Palace of Longevity and the island people would extend their hands to Jinling.
Ye Hao had the urge to turn around and leave.
After all, since ancient times, the internal strife among wealthy families is definitely the most bloodless.
At this moment, Ye Hao could only patiently examine the two princes.
Soon, Ye Hao was able to judge that the person who showed no signs of emotion or anger should be the eldest son of the overseas lineage, Xie Zhenhai.
The other yellow hair is the heir of the line outside the Great Wall, Xie Zhensai.
"Bastard, is Xie Mengyao's little cousin still coming!?"
"Isn't she going to kneel before us and sing conquest?"
"Why hasn't it appeared yet!?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone coming in, Xie Zhensai snorted coldly.
"There are really no rules at all!"
"A loser, how dare we let our two eldest sons wait for her here?"
"Tell that little cousin Xie Mengyao!"
"This prince will give her three minutes!" JrNovels.com