The woman gently caressed her slightly bulging belly, her lips curled into a smile, her eyebrows carrying a hint of allure.
"Old Master."
Old Master instructed the woman, "Foster a good relationship with the Third Young Master."
Whether it was cultivating feelings between Gong Chen and the child, or something else, it didn't matter.
The woman nodded, "Yes."
As they spoke, Old Master cast a disdainful glance at Lin Zhiyi.
Men are all the same.
Gong Chen's eyes were deep and dark, unfathomable: "I'm afraid this matter is out of your hands."
No sooner had he spoken.
Sang Li walked in slowly with his people.
Seeing the newcomers, Old Mr. Gong froze.
His people had clearly said Sang Li was accompanying Mr. Sang to heal abroad, so how could he be here?
Thinking it over, Old Master suddenly understood the reason.
He gritted his teeth and looked to Gong Chen beside him.