Just as Yang Meifeng had guessed, Luo Shanchuan indeed had his eye on the set of rosewood furniture his father had purchased.
The classic, timeless design of the yellow rosewood from Qiongzhou Island complemented the decor of the Platinum Sharp No. 1 living room perfectly.
Most importantly, since his father's death, he had not kept a single item belonging to his father.
Now, seeing the rosewood furniture his father had bought years ago stirred an unexpected wave of sentimentality within him.
It was less about buying furniture and more about purchasing the remnants of a father-son relationship.
"Sigh."
Luo Shanchuan didn't make any excuses, he just offered a bitter smile, his eyes filled with helplessness.
At that moment, Mo Han spoke up, "Dad, I actually think it's very likely that Luo Yuantu and the others will contact you."
Luo Shanchuan looked up, surprised, and asked, "Why?"
"It's obviously about the money!"
