"Bai Xingjian?"
Sheng Jing and Sheng Xinhua shared a glance, and Sheng Jing said, "See, what did I say? Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives."
"Could there be any trouble?" Sheng Xinhua asked anxiously.
"That depends on how well we cooperate." Sheng Jing appeared contemplative, "Since they chose to send an invitation first, it suggests they want to use diplomacy before force... Let's meet them first and see what they actually want."
Mei Yuyin, who was watching TV in the living room, heard the commotion and ran over worriedly, saying, "Mr. Sheng, what's going on? Who's here in the middle of the night?"
Ever since Sheng Jing resigned from his position as Finance Minister, No. 18 Longqing Street had been deserted.
Those with distant relations wouldn't come.
Those with close relations, he couldn't let them come.
It was natural for Mei Yuyin to be worried and afraid when someone suddenly came to visit in the middle of the night.
