Sheng Ting dropped Shen Weiyi at the villa and saw a car parked at the entrance. Recognizing the license plate, Shen Weiyi's expression involuntarily darkened.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Ting noticed his girlfriend's expression seemed off.
"People from the old house have come," Shen Weiyi frowned.
Given the old house's character of not visiting without serious matters, their sudden appearance was unlikely to be for anything good.
Having been together for so long, Sheng Ting also knew that her relationship with the old house was strained, "If you don't want to see them, I can accompany you to eat something first, then bring you back later."
"No need."
Every time someone from the old house visited, it was never good news; although she disliked the people from the old house, she couldn't always avoid them.
"You don't have to go in," she looked at Sheng Ting.
