Perhaps they greatly underestimated Ye Meng's importance in Ye Rong's heart.

"Don't worry, Patriarch, Momo and I will do our best to search for her," Li Zhanting comforted her. "As soon as we have any news, we will inform you immediately. Patriarch, please be patient. I believe Ye Meng will be blessed by heaven."

Ye Rong had his back to Gu Momo and Li Zhanting, his handsome face covered with a layer of icy coldness.

...

Night Lord Manor

Fuying sat on a swing outside the manor, with a lush green lawn in front of her and the manor gate in the distance gleaming with golden light in the twilight.

From where she was sitting to the main gate, it was only a short kilometer, which would take about ten minutes to walk, or about ten minutes if you walked quickly.

Even such a short distance was difficult for Fuying to cross.

To leave this place, one not only needs to evade the security personnel who patrol every night, but also needs a pass personally given by Lord Ye Sijue at the manor gate.

“Miss Fuying, you’ve been sitting here for several hours now. It’s windy tonight, why don’t you come inside and sit in the living room?” Xiaoxi’s sweet voice came from behind her, and the next second, Fuying was wearing a shawl.

Xiaoxi was a maid specially chosen by Ye Sijue to serve her personally. She was close to Ye Sijue in age, had a gentle personality, and shared common interests. During the days that Ye Sijue had imprisoned her, she was able to be a little happier thanks to Xiaoxi.

"No need, it's too stuffy in the house, I don't want to go in." Fu Ying tightened her shawl, and as if remembering something, she continued, "Xiao Xi, do you know how to get a pass?"