C465 It Is Not That There Is No Way

"Mr. Ye, isn't that too hot for you?"

"Mr. Ye, would you like grapes or apples?"

"Mr. Ye, please open your mouth..."

The four maids surrounded Ye Hong with a mix of amusement and exasperation, fussing over him as if he were a child.

Lounging in his chair with his eyes half-closed, Ye Hong didn't need to move a muscle; pale, slender hands brought food to his lips