"Hmm?"
Ye Xuan suddenly furrowed his brow, a look of solemnity crossing his face.
He turned his head, staring at the person who had spoken.
The speaker was an elderly man with white hair.
The old man, dressed in traditional Chinese attire, exuded an aura of hidden depth, appearing quite extraordinary.
His face was lined with many wrinkles, yet there was a gentle smile on his face that made him seem amiable.
Ye Xuan fixed his gaze on the old man for a long while.
Finally, a slight smile appeared on Ye Xuan's serious face.
"Sir, may I know who you are?"
Ye Xuan asked politely, standing up to show his respect.
"I am Yuwen Tuofang."
The old man smiled appreciatively as he responded.
Ye Xuan's courteous demeanor and respect for the elderly genuinely surprised the old man.
After all, many young people nowadays are arrogant and proud, scarcely caring for the elders!
"Yuwen Tuofang? That surname... it's a compound surname too."
