He finished his cigarette, the crying from inside the room had quieted down quite a bit. Leng Youchen straightened up, his long legs carrying him downstairs.
Father Jiang and Mrs. Yan were waiting downstairs. Upon seeing Leng Youchen coming down, Father Jiang approached him with trepidation, completely forgetting that he was the owner of this villa, "President Leng, did you sleep well last night?"
Jiang Yang, sitting on the couch, a sneer flashed through his eyes at the sight of his old man so anxious to curry favor, which he found contemptible.
Leng Youchen's indifferent gaze swept over and landed on Jiang Yang, "Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid my wife will need to impose on your hospitality for a few more days, please take care of her."
"Of course, of course, Third Young Lady and Nan Fei are classmates with Jiang Yang, and with them around, young people get along just fine. Don't worry," Father Jiang hurriedly said.
