161. Not enough food for the pig_1

The computer screen dimly reflected Lun Chuan's scarred face, but his expression remained unchanged, casually swiping away two interception notifications—

Zhou Yongzhi can't find me, and no one is there to inherit the several million yuan of family property, so that must have him worried now.

It's not like I'm a fool.

It doesn't matter how many more years Zhou Yongzhi could live, or how much the inheritance is worth, just considering the man himself, Lun Chuan greatly disdains him.

In his whole life, he wished for nothing more than to have no connection whatsoever with this person.

The warm breeze of spring brushed by gently, the white gauze by the window fluttering like flowing clouds, filling the room with the slowly meandering fragrance of tea, increasingly ethereal, delighting the senses.

After thinking it over, Lun Chuan decisively switched to another phone and cut to a secondary number: