Sheng Siyuan looked at the screen again.
And with that look, he suddenly realized the scene on camera looked familiar.
"Young Master, you're watching too, huh? This party is so lively tonight, it's held by Cen Bao's uncle's family."
"..."
One sentence made the man, who was intently watching the screen, squint his eyes abruptly.
It really was Baiqing Building.
So, this was the dying woman's idea of turning the tide?
He finally felt a trace of interest.
He casually threw his suit jacket on the sofa and sat down with his legs crossed.
"Aunt Ke, make me some noodles."
"Alright, Young Master."
Aunt Ke cheerfully went into the kitchen.
So now, in this spacious living room, only the father and son were left, one sitting ramrod straight on a little stool.
The other was lounging carelessly on the couch, now holding a hand full of sunflower seeds.
Tsk...
If Lin Shuang were here, she'd probably be furious.
