Lin Zefeng frowned, feeling that the atmosphere in the space was not quite right, so he walked over and touched it.

Looking at the bright red color on his hand, his brows became tighter and tighter, and there was a smell of blood lingering on his fingertips. Is this... blood?

"Fengjiao, come here quickly. How did you clean the living room? Can't you see such a big piece of ketchup? Are you blind?"

Lin Qiangwei's expression suddenly changed, her true nature was immediately revealed, and she shouted fiercely at the top of her voice.

ketchup?

When he was only two and a half years old?

"Aunt? The scientific and technological team of uncle's non-staple food industry group is really powerful. They can even develop bloody ketchup. Will this sales volume be good?"

Lin Zefeng, half jokingly and half seriously, smelled the so-called ketchup wiped on his hands, and he was 100% sure it was blood.

If they said it was a bloodstain accidentally scratched by a servant, he wouldn't think anything of it, but he knew very well what kind of woman his aunt was, and she probably wiped it off after she beat the servant.

But why is there always a kind of uneasiness in my heart, and I always had a premonition that something would happen on the way here.

"What's all the fuss about? Nowadays, urbanites are obsessed with taste. Some people like to eat even shit-flavored ketchup."

Yang Xuhao crossed his arms, his eyes still staring at the TV in front of him, not even looking at him, his mouth opening and closing with an expressionless face, making it really look like Lin Zefeng was making a fuss and being short-sighted.

The servant ran over nervously, holding a towel in his hand, and hurriedly wiped the coffee table, while his eyes kept glancing at Lin Zefeng's hands.

A typical manifestation of a guilty conscience.

Lin Qiangwei smiled awkwardly and said:

"Xiao Feng, we haven't seen each other for so long. Let's go. Auntie will take you to the room to talk. Don't pay attention to this damn guy. He's just like that. Haha..."

Lin Zefeng looked at the surrounding environment. The large living room was decorated in a retro European style. Marble columns from Greece stood in the hall, solemn yet elegant.

Next to them are bronze statues with a rich artistic flair, red and bare arms, some standing and some sitting in different postures.

There are also many potted plants of different heights, which look full of vitality.

A little further past is a triangular staircase, covered with bright red carpets, like a beautiful passage leading to heaven.

What a magnificent European-style mansion in the inner court. Needless to say, the style of this house alone means that the owner of this house must be on the list of the richest people in the world.

"Well, aunt? I would like to ask, does my uncle have a daughter named Yang Ruoyan?"

Lin Zefeng felt that Yang Ruoyan would really be Yang Xuhao's daughter. Their similar looks and the look between their eyebrows all showed that Yang Ruoyan was his daughter.

"Uh... you... how do you know, that smelly... oh, then Yang Ruoyan is the daughter of our dead ghost?"

Lin Qiangwei then thought about it, she must have learned about it from the news that is making waves all over the city.

In the morning, even reporters came in large numbers to surround them. It was so blatant that many magazines must have reported Yang Ruoyan's life experience.

"Hey, that unsatisfactory daughter caused a lot of trouble outside. Her father gave her a few lectures and then ran away. She really can't control the daughter she raised."

"Gone? She went out?"
Chapter completed!