"Yunyang, come in."
Leng Shan's solemn voice came from inside.
Leng Yunyang finished a cup of tea and then stood up and walked in.
Leng Shan pointed at Leng Yunyang and said to Amos, who was sitting in the main seat, "Please excuse him, sir. This is my useless grandson."
The blond-haired boy looked up at Leng Yunyang.
His beautiful blue eyes were filled with a smile, carrying a hint of scrutiny, though without making others feel uncomfortable.
Still, it had a way of making people inexplicably tense.
What the hell... That kid looked much younger than him.
"Young Master Leng is truly striking and exceptional. Old Sir Leng has promising successors; congratulations."
Leng Shan thought to himself, Your use of idioms is truly impressive—one wouldn't guess you're a foreigner at all.
