Zhan Chenye returned to desk and sat down calmly.
There were several incense ovens on the table, making the fragrance all around.
When Sang pushed the door open, he just saw Zhan Chenye stooping to pick up a glass from the ground.
The little guy's face was white and tender, but he always pursed his lips. When he saw Sang come in, he asked calmly, "What's the matter, Grandpa Sang?"
Inheriting from his father, he had a powerful aura.
"It’s all right. I just want to ask you what you want for lunch?"
"Whatever you want." Zhan Chenye pursed his small mouth.
Because of the words of Zhan Xiaojue, he was very unhappy.
Sang perceived his emotion. He looked at the little guy lovingly: "young master, Che told me that you have appointed a female designer to decorate your new villa?"
Zhan Chen
