As they were talking, the Porsche had already slowly glided into the garage. Beigong Cang got out of the car, looking puzzled at the two cars parked in the yard. Guests? Who could it be? Normally, if there was someone they needed to meet, his mother always arranged to do so outside, rather than bringing them home.
With these questions in mind, Beigong Cang walked into the living room. His steps immediately halted at the scene before him.
All four members of the Ying Family were present, and his mother, who kept throwing him meaningful glances from the side, had already informed him that she had invited these people.
Good heavens! What on earth was his mother up to?
Although he was somewhat annoyed, Beigong Cang still calmly approached the guests, "Mr. Ying, welcome to our home."
Father Ying laughed heartily, shaking his hand.
"Alright, alright," Lady Beigong quickly said, "Let's talk over the dinner table. Everything's ready."
With that, everyone moved to the dining room.
