The visitor sized up Yi Juncheng's attire with a strange look. He recognized him. This was Young Master Yi, a famous figure in the capital. Why was he dressed like this?
He felt a chill on his neck and quickly looked away. He wondered if he had gotten the instructions wrong.
Ever since he walked through the door, he'd been on pins and needles. It was utterly uncomfortable.
Yi Juncheng didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he just sat opposite them in his bathrobe with a faint smile.
However, his Yangyang refused to sit with him and insisted on sitting with this lawyer. He had already vaguely guessed something.
"These are my properties, these are my companies, and these are my personal assets. Add his name," Sheng Yang said seriously, pointing at Yi Juncheng.
