Hearing the word "will", An Xiaoyan's sleepiness was instantly chased away. He hurriedly asked what was happening. How could there be a will?
The other just told him to meet at the Starbucks on Xiangyang Road to talk about it in person.
An Xiaoyan felt unsettled. If it was a will, could it be his parents? He immediately refuted that idea. His parents were both from rural areas and weren't very educated. They definitely wouldn't write a will.
None of the hypotheses were useful. An Xiaoyan changed his clothes, notified the nanny, and walked out with his wallet.
The other had said two o'clock. When An Xiaoyan arrived, he still had ten minutes. He ordered a cappuccino and sat in a seat near the window.
At two o'clock sharp, a suited man who looked like an elite walked into the café. He stood at the door and scanned the café. He then opened the folder in his hands and looked up. Finally, his eyes fixed onto An Xiaoyan.
