Mu Bailang had just finished work when he received the message, frowning slightly.
Just as he was about to say something else, the call had already been disconnected on the other end…
Mu Bailang was helplessly resigned, with no other option, he had to cancel his plans with his group of fair-weather friends and drove back to the Mu Family's old mansion in the pouring rain.
As soon as he entered, he could feel that the atmosphere was off, gloomy and dark.
The matriarch of their family, Old Mrs. Mu, was sitting on the sofa with a stern face, radiating the vibe of someone who was owed eight million.
Mu Bailang, completely baffled, hooked up his thin lips into a mischievous smile and warmly sat down next to her.
"Grandma, what's wrong all of a sudden?"
Old Mrs. Mu gave him an annoyed glance, "You shameless boy, you still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong? What about the thing you promised me earlier?"