"Come in!" Leng Lin turned around and walked into the living room. Leng Zirui immediately followed him in. The father and son returned to the study, and Leng Lin spoke again, "How is the investigation on Cobra coming along?"
"There are some leads, but we can't confirm anything yet. That guy is hiding too well." Leng Zirui leaned on the desk, raised his right hand, and gently rubbed his chin. "We need to come up with a plan quickly; otherwise, my brother is definitely going to take things seriously this time!"
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On the way back to the farm, Leng Zimo held Luo Xiaoqian by his side, his gaze falling on Luo Jun, who was seated in a child's seat. "I've thought about it. During the performance, Mo Mo will handle the piano, I'll take on the violin, and Mom will sing. Does anyone have any objections?"
"Agreed!" The little guy immediately raised his hand.
"I agree too!" Luo Xiaoqian mimicked him by raising her own hand.
