Ye Yunfeng frowned at the name. "What's he doing here? To see Ye Mingze?"
Ever since he was sent home by the Lord Sacrificial Officer to reflect on his actions, none of the bad influences Ye Mingze used to hang out with had come to visit.
For one, it was embarrassing. For another… the rumors about there being something wrong with Ye Mingze's head were recently spreading like wildfire.
Many people were saying in private that ever since he ran into a ghost in the middle of the night, his mind hadn't been quite right. He'd become irritable and crazed.
Otherwise, why would a perfectly fine person do those things at the Imperial College, and why would he have been sent home by the Lord Sacrificial Officer?
Repeat a lie often enough and it becomes the truth. Even if Ye Mingze wasn't unwell, he was now.
Ye Jingyan paused for a moment. "I suppose so. But from what I saw, he brought quite a few gifts this time. He seemed very serious about it."
