The youth was Ye Rufeng, Ye Mingxuan's son. His gaze suddenly fell upon Jiang Li standing to one side, and he immediately stood up from Ye Mingxuan's embrace, asking with confusion, "Who is she?"
Jiang Li stood behind Ye Mingxuan with a slight smile. Judging by her attire, she didn't seem like a servant, so she wouldn't be a maid taken in by Ye Mingxuan on the road.
Lady Zhuo, the tall and thin woman with an air of erudition, Ye Mingxuan's wife, saw Jiang Li and her face turned pale in an instant. She probably thought Jiang Li was some woman Ye Mingxuan had picked up on his travels, a common occurrence among wealthy businessmen. They often returned from doing business after three to five years, bringing back a strange woman, sometimes even so-called sons. Ye Mingxuan had been away for only a few months; a son was impossible, but picking up a woman on the road was not.