"Do you know my father?" the girl asked in a crisp voice.
"Is Ye Junhai your father?" Ye Xiwen asked.
Ye Xiwen immediately understood. This should be his eldest uncle's youngest daughter—his cousin, Ye Qiaoqiao.
According to the information he had obtained from the Ancestor Worship Hall, there were not many of his direct relatives still alive. There were only his eldest uncle, Ye Junhai; his third uncle, Ye Junyan; his eldest uncle's eldest son, his eldest cousin Ye Mao; his youngest daughter, Ye Qiaoqiao; and his third uncle Ye Junyan's only son, his younger cousin Ye Cai.
There were only five of them in total. As for his two aunts, they seemed to have perished early in the turmoil of years past. His eldest uncle and third uncle had never remarried, while everything about the older generation was completely shrouded in darkness.
"Yes. Who are you?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked, blinking her large eyes curiously at Ye Xiwen.
The Ye Family of Fallen Leaf City had long declined. Even when they returned to the Main Family for ancestor worship, they practically never had visitors. Everyone avoided them like the plague—who would dare come knocking at their door?
"I am the son of an old friend. I heard that the two elders had come to Welcoming Guest City today, so I came especially to pay my respects!" Ye Xiwen said with cupped hands.
"The son of an old friend?" Ye Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, pursed her little lips, and said, "Then what is your name? I can go in and announce you!"
"My name is Ye Xiwen!"
"Ye Xiwen? Then you're from the Ye Family too. Wait here!" Ye Qiaoqiao looked Ye Xiwen over, then turned and walked inside.
It was a rather small courtyard residence. Only a few hired servants were