Capital City Airport.
Some CEOs, no matter how impressive they were outside, could only serve as chauffeurs when it came to their own grandfathers.
Old Master Ye wore a stern expression as he prodded his eldest grandson's arm with his cane.
"Why hasn't your sister come out yet? Are you sure you passed on the information properly?"
"Yes, I confirmed the time twice with my second brother." Ye Yunhuai glanced down at his watch. "Going by the time, they should already be out of the airport."
Old Master Ye prodded him again. "Call and check. Nothing's happened to them, has it?"
Unexpectedly, the call was answered almost instantly. Ye Yunhuai got straight to the point. "Where are you now? Why aren't you out of the airport yet?"
"Us?" The voice on the other end sounded a little odd. "We're at the airport. As for our little sister..."
Ye Lan glanced back at the scene behind him, at a loss for words. "She's receiving compensation from the police for her emotional distress: a big bowl of pork cutlet rice, made with love."
Ye Yunhuai: ???
Airport? Police? Pork cutlet rice? What the hell were those descriptions supposed to mean?
It all went back to four hours earlier, when Ye Xunzhi and Ye Lan were going through security. Just then, the security scanner let out a piercing alarm.
The security officer glanced at it in confusion, his expression changed drastically, and the siblings were invited into a separate lounge.
Soon, three police officers walked in with serious expressions. The one leading them looked very unreasonable at first glance. His voice was cold and hard.
"Whose suitcase is that reddish thing with the God of Wealth drawn on it?"
Ye Xunzhi raised her hand. "Mine."
The officer nodded, then grabbed her wrist. Ye