He was followed by a burly man who was almost six-foot-three. Effortlessly carrying a large bag, the man admired the house before him, "Meng Ping, your house is really nice."
Meng Ping looked at the house with a cold smirk, "This is nothing. You'll see what's nice when you get to my company."
"Alright!" The tall man named Du Xiaosong was hired by his grandfather specifically for his protection, and he only took orders from him. Possibly due to the injury he had suffered, Du Xiaosong had formidable fighting abilities, and ordinary men couldn't come close.
"Let's go!" Meng Ping walked up to the front door and kicked it without bothering to knock.
"Who is it? Who is it? I'm coming, stop kicking, it's so rude." The aunt's complaining voice came from inside, and when she opened the door to see Meng Ping standing there, her jaw almost dropped.
"Meng Ping, you're back? My goodness! Your parents would probably be thrilled."
"Where's Su Yun?" Meng Ping asked directly.
