The old man stayed silent.
The room was in an uproar.
The rain outside grew heavier and heavier, splashing up a thin layer of mist that cloaked the distant building like a veil of gauze over the world.
Sheng Tang watched them quietly.
"If I lived in this villa, I would definitely go crazy," she thought to herself.
Life shouldn't be this chaotic.
They must be fighting among themselves all the time, but now that Professor Sheng is here, they are united against him.
Professor Sheng's face was ashen. He wasn't good at arguing, and now the anger blocking his throat had rendered him speechless.
Meanwhile, Fang Mengying was arguing with them.
Sheng Zong was very flustered, gripping Sheng Tang's hand tightly and trembling incessantly.
He wasn't a child and he could tell that today's events were targeted at him.
"It's alright," Sheng Tang squeezed his hand back and smiled at him.
Since the old man didn't intervene, the arguing showed no sign of stopping.
