Yang Xiao sat on the edge of the bed, took the cup of water that Ling Yanyu handed over with both hands, didn't drink, and casually asked, "How's the Nie Family Teahouse?"
"All good. It's too wasteful for me to live in the Nie Family Teahouse all by myself, and you rarely come back, so I... I've rented out the teahouse for now," Ling Yanyu continued evasively.
Seeing that the kid still wasn't telling the truth, Yang Xiao didn't confront him directly but instead held out his hand and bluntly asked, "Where's the money?"
"The money..."
Ling Yanyu pursed his lips tightly, his face looking ugly, and before he could continue to prevaricate, Yang Xiao yanked off his scarf, revealing the bruise on his face.
