Tang Xin led Huang Ye to a pavilion and sat down. Inside, there were some tea and snacks, and the two chatted while eating.

"Aren't we going to meet your father?"

"We can just wait here. I already told you, he has a keen nose."

Sure enough, before Tang Xin's words had even faded, a middle-aged man in his forties, with his hands behind his back, pretending to admire the flowers, walked over.