As soon as he sat down, he knew that the cushion and backrest were filled with feathers, providing a comfortable resilience.
Just as he was mentally praising the sofa, he heard messy footsteps coming from the main staircase outside, both men and women.
Ye Nai sat steadily, watching a group of people get startled by the servants lying unconscious all over the staircase landing, pausing briefly before hurrying into the living room.
Leading the group was a middle-aged woman adorned with jewelry, wearing a simple yet elegant dress that accentuated her natural curves, beautifully patterned.
The young man beside her had hardly any wrinkles, his beard tightly trimmed to his face, looking neat rather than scruffy.
His clothes were in a tight and efficient style, barely altered, they would make a combat jacket, always ready for a fight, distinctly highlighting a military family style, apparent at first glance.
This man was followed by a young woman who appeared to be his wife.
