Downstairs.
Mason Quinn was hogging one side of the sofa, lying comfortably, occasionally glancing upstairs.
"Mr. Sia, she went upstairs and left us right after coming back. What's she up to?"
Julian Sia gave him a sidelong glance, his voice low, "If you want to know, ask her yourself."
Mason Quinn was at a loss for words.
Ask her, as if she'd actually tell!
George Xyler was scrolling through his phone, heard the conversation, and laughed.
Suddenly, the smile on his lips froze.
He looked up at Julian Sia, puzzled, "Mr. Sia, did you make a move on the Young family?"
"No," Julian Sia replied concisely.
This only made George Xyler more confused.
If not, then how did the Young family suddenly run into trouble?
"Xyler, why are you suddenly asking about this?" Mason Quinn sat up with a jolt, speaking casually.
George Xyler gave him a look and said indifferently, "Something happened to the Young family; I doubt they can make a comeback now."
