Shen You'an raised an eyebrow. The dog's name was quite interesting.
At that moment, the phone placed on the table nearby rang. The old man wiped his hands clean, walked over to answer the call, and lit a cigarette in the process.
"Does he even see me as his father-in-law? Tell him to get lost. Don't let me ever see him again."
The old man angrily hung up the phone.
Still not satisfied, he kicked over the stool by his feet.
Just then, a stunningly beautiful woman emerged from the villa—her long, wavy hair cascading down, crimson lips ablaze, exuding both sensuality and charm.
In her hands was a bottle of red wine and two tall wine glasses. She tread elegantly on high heels and approached leisurely, saying, "Sir, who has upset you this time?"
The old man's mood lightened slightly at the sight of the woman. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed her lips briefly before pulling away.
"Let's not talk about unpleasant things."
