Zhou Jingyun noticed that her eldest son had been silent, his brows tightly furrowed, and she asked with concern.
"Mom, I always feel something isn't right, but I can't pinpoint what it is," Bai Feng said, frowning deeply.
"What could possibly be wrong? The will was brought to me by your man, don't you trust your own people? Xiaofeng, you've gained a lot this time. If it weren't for you having Chen Yin send message to your man, it would have been your mother who died."
Bai Feng just sneered twice, not responding to his mother's words.
His brows remained tightly knitted together, that unsettling feeling refusing to dissipate.
"Madam, Young Master, the lawyer is here."
A servant came in to announce.
