"Enough! Stop talking nonsense!"
Zhan Qipei spoke in a deep voice, interrupting Tang Yan, while waving him away. "There's nothing for you here now, you can leave."
At this point, Tang Yan realized he said something he shouldn't have, quickly shut his mouth, and left the room hastily without daring to say another word.
In an instant, the study was plunged into silence.
Zhan Qipei suddenly lost interest in continuing his work, and looked out the window again.
However, the mountainside was empty, and the Porsche was nowhere to be seen.
For no apparent reason, his emotions began to go awry.
After a while, Zhan Qipei finally withdrew his gaze and sat back down at the desk.
Just then, a knock on the door sounded.
Before Zhan Qipei could speak, the door was opened.
Immediately afterwards, three little ones rushed into the room, heading straight for Zhan Qipei.
Seeing his three sons suddenly running in, Zhan Qipei knew they must have something to say.
