The Leng Family's old residence was rather lively at the moment. Zeng Qiuping had just stepped out to take a call, and none of the people sitting on the sofa could have guessed that she would bring Leng Mohao in with her.
Mrs. Leng let out a cold snort and ignored him. After committing such disgraceful acts, Mr. Leng Sr. had issued orders time and again forbidding his entry. Yet here he was, daring to show up during the Mid-Autumn Festival?
Leng Qiankai's expression was dark. Every time he thought about John being his son, his anger surged uncontrollably!
Leng Qianhan's lips moved, but no words came out. After all, this was his own son. He had hit him, scolded him—what else could he do now that their relationship resembled that of sworn enemies?
The disgraceful deeds Leng Mohao had done ultimately needed his father to clean up the mess. How could he possibly swallow down this resentment?
