Behind the Manor Main Building, there is a glass room, specifically designed to enclose the scenery. Inside, there are furniture made of huanghuali wood, with an antique design and a rich color.
The Purple Sand Tea Pot is brewing Top-grade Da Hong Pao Tea. After putting down the phone, Mr. Feng picked up the exquisite cup and downed the tea in one go.
He looked at the man in front of him, frowning slightly.
"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Su Hai asked with a smile.
"Jealousy," the old man said irritably. Even though he had many sons and daughters, and even more grandsons and granddaughters, why was there not one who could hold their ground?
This nephew has no sense of respecting the old and caring for the young. To him, his dying uncle holds no weight. Not only did he not come to see him first thing upon arriving in the country, but today, he had to be urged three times to come over as a guest.
