The party continued, and Leng Aotian brought Leng Youchen to join the guests. Although Leng Youchen had lived on Aisha Island for a long time, he was well-informed about the situation in Beicheng. His icy gaze swept across Leng Yanbo in the distance, who watched him with resentment. Leng Youchen's lips curled into a slight smirk as he raised his glass from afar.
Seeing him angrily turn his head away, the smile at the edge of his lips deepened.
The Leng Family's uncles quickly gathered around, each of them showering Leng Youchen with praise. Leng Youchen listened with a smile, interjecting a comment when appropriate, his demeanor neither cold nor warm. The uncles, finding themselves unentertained, could only walk away in disappointment.
Leng Youchen finally found a moment to speak with his grandfather.
The Old Master patted his shoulder, "Third Young Master, now that you're back, why not move into the residence?"
