The wealthy second-generation guy who started talking poked Shen Zhou's chest more aggressively and said with a full face of arrogance, "Say it again that this is your home."
Shen Zhou's face remained calm, "Yes! This is my home."
Shen Zhou didn't feel that he had said anything wrong, and even thought that this was giving Xue Lixue face.
Since this was Doudou's home, then, as Doudou's father, it was not too much to call this house his own.
Throughout his life of over five thousand years, many had wanted to hand their kingdoms over to him on a silver platter, which he declined—let alone a small villa.
A bunch of flashy young men and women laughed even harder, bending forward and backward.
One of them wearing a floral shirt spoke loudly, "This kid must be out of his mind. We need to teach him a harsh lesson. When Li Zhou comes out, we'll tell him about this as a joke!"
