"Dad, Mom, I need to step out for a bit," Ye Shaohua said quietly.
Meanwhile, she was sending a text message to ask Barney where he was.
Ye Cheng knew Ye Shaohua was very busy and did not ask further, "Do you want Dad to drive you?"
"No need, I'll go by myself," Ye Shaohua waved her hand.
Watching Ye Shaohua leave, someone spoke with a complex expression, "Uncle Ye, you're truly lucky."
Having such a beautiful and capable daughter.
Not to mention others, nowadays, few children who have money buy houses for their parents, and even fewer write the properties in their parents' names, not just daughters but even sons rarely do this.
Ye Cheng smiled good-naturedly.
When Ye Shaohua was at home and he and Du Man were setting up their street stall, these people didn't have such expressions.
But Ye Cheng didn't mind, on the contrary, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
Who doesn't have a sense of vanity?
Now he wished that the television would broadcast Ye Shaohua's projects.