Xiao Yebai was called back home in less than half an hour.
Upon entering the house, the butler smiled and gestured, "Young Master Xiao, please go in. The old master has been waiting for a long time."
Xiao Yebai still donned his elegant and tidy professional attire, his handsome and profound face expressionless. He bowed his head slightly, and because his back faced the light, in addition to the glasses shielding his eyes, it was impossible to discern his gaze.
He said, "Okay."
"Yebai has returned." Mo Yaoxiong, who had just heard the noise in the living room, already stood up to welcome him.
He glanced at the butler and asked with a smile, "Yebai, I hope I didn't interrupt anything important?"
"It's nothing," Xiao Yebai's voice was still even toned, coupled with his perennially calm expression, he was inscrutable.
Mo Yaoxiong sighed inwardly.