"Friend?" Cheng Wenru glanced at him in amusement. "What kind of friend? Can I meet her?"
"We'll see." Cheng Juan squinted absent-mindedly.
As they talked, they had already reached the main villa.
Old Master Cheng, Cheng Raohan, and the others were sitting at the dining table. Cheng Raohan's face was dark, obviously very dissatisfied with waiting for Cheng Juan.
Standing at the dining table, Butler Cheng smiled at Cheng Juan and Cheng Wenru and even glanced behind them expectantly. But when he saw no one, his smile faded, and he said stiffly, "Miss, Third Young Master."
Cheng Juan was obviously used to it and lightly pulled out the chair to sit. "Dad, Brother, Sister-in-law."
Cheng Raohan said with a cold face, "Third Bro, can't you come back and do something practical? Don't expect to rely on your family forever…"
