"Did you see what Qikan was holding?"
Xie Zhijun was sitting on the sofa, reading today's Yun City Daily. Although he only glanced briefly, he had clearly seen it. But now, as if trying to confirm it again, Xie Zhijun took off his glasses with a hint of doubt in his voice. After checking if there was an issue with his glasses, he glanced at the people around him.
"I'm suspicious too."
Old Master Xie Jian, despite his advanced age, had exceptionally sharp eyesight. He had clearly seen it but, like his son, expressed serious doubt.
"What was he holding?"
Shen Muqing, who had been busy with breakfast, had just returned to the kitchen but turned her head to look at the three generations of Xie Family in the living room. Raising her eyebrows slightly, she asked again.
