The man clad in the traditional Chinese outfit walked inside the house. Along the way, everyone was filled with nerves and no one dared to say anything.
In the master bedroom upstairs, Yun Shen was lying on the recliner on the balcony. On the short table beside his hand was a script and a box of biscuits.
When he heard movement, the man leaned over to see who it was. In a lazy drawl, he said, "Uncle Qiao, what wind has blown you here?"
Qiao Yu looked upset. He first raised his hand to dismiss everyone else, then he spoke with a frigid expression. "Ah Shen, don't forget the purpose of your return to the country! Is it for the Lu family or a woman?!"
Under the moonlight, Yun Shen's expression was cool and frivolous. "Obviously, the woman."
Qiao Yu choked. "Yun Shen!"
"Huh, what!? I'm just kidding! Don't be so tense!" The man laughed lightly.
