The replies on Baidu were all over the place, ranging from silly to serious. Leng Youchen thought about it carefully but still felt he couldn't bring himself to stoop to that level. Frustrated, he put his phone aside. When he looked up, the car had already slowly entered Dongshan Villa.
The yard was filled with colorful pinwheels spinning in the wind, creating a charming scene. He glanced up at the second-floor master bedroom. The light was on—his wife hadn't gone to bed yet.
He stepped into the villa and changed into slippers in the foyer. The butler walked up to him, took the suit jacket from his hand, and draped it over his arm. "Third Young Master."
Leng Youchen nodded while loosening his tie and walking into the living room. "What's Madam doing?"
"She went upstairs after dinner. I believe she's reviewing some materials," the butler responded.
