Tang Yanqi lowered her eyes and drank her soup. Mrs. Zhang's words were reasonable but not entirely accurate. Mr. Sheng also liked Shen Yao, but she had no such hatred towards Shen Yao.
Moreover, even if she had disagreements with Mr. Sheng, the old man had passed away, and she had no reason to transfer her anger. There must be other reasons.
On the other side, Zhou Chengze sat casually on the sofa, placing a cup of coffee in front of Sheng Jianan, then looked upstairs: "Xiao Yi is playing upstairs. The little girl is really cute. Damn, she's making me want a kid too."
Sheng Jianan glanced at him lazily: "Jealous?"
"A little."
"Then go on envying."
Zhou Chengze: "..."
Sheng Jianan picked up the coffee, sipped it, and shed his casual demeanor, looking sharply at Zhou Chengze: "What did you find?"
