"Uncle, if we come earlier, can we find Cousin Huiyi any sooner?"
Shu Guan chuckled lightly, speaking in a relaxed tone.
He deliberately spoke in such a carefree way also to put Teng Yanping at ease.
Then Shu Guan heard a cold snort coming from not far away.
The cold snort came from the middle-aged man with a frosty look sitting on the sofa.
He was reclining on the sofa, sizing up Shu Guan with a slightly suspicious gaze as if he was trying to determine Shu Guan's identity.
In fact, when Shu Guan and Han Biao entered this living room, it was this middle-aged man who first looked in their direction, this middle-aged man seemed to be constantly on some kind of alert for everything around him.
