"What did you buy?" Meng Xinian propped his elbows on his knees, leaned forward slightly with hands clasped, and fixed a sharp gaze.
This posture exuded a strong sense of oppression, causing even Old Meng and Meng Chaojun to involuntarily lower their breaths, feeling somewhat stifled.
Sweat beads formed faster on Duan Qingqing's forehead.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"It must be Grandpa Chen. I'll go open the door." Chiang Xiao turned and walked out.
Old Meng was puzzled. "Doctor Chen? What's he doing here at this time?"
"We invited him over," Meng Xinian said indifferently, glancing at Duan Qingqing.
Duan Qingqing panicked, feeling that something was terribly wrong, and moved to stand up. She felt an urge to flee.
"Sit down." Meng Xinian's flat tone stopped her from moving.
Meng Chaojun gave her a deep look.
Chiang Xiao helped Bao Shan into the room.