Lu Xunzhi, slightly displeased, stood up and looked at his son at the door: "You don't know to knock before entering?"
However, Song Zhen's attention was elsewhere: "The will? Where is Song Enshuo's will?"
Because He Shiyin had mentioned over the phone that she had seen a photo of the will and understood the entire case, she knew that this will would bring sadness.
Thus, Song Zhen was very anxious.
He did not want his mother to endure any sadness.
His gaze locked onto a file bag on the carpet, and he strode over: "Is it this one? It was just delivered by the police, is it this one?"
Lu Xunzhi picked up the file bag and said helplessly, "Since you're here, let's look at it together."
In this life, he never imagined that one day, his son would become his rival.
In Lu Xunzhi's heart, he also longed to be there for Liang Xiaoqi in every difficult moment, to shield her from wind and rain, to support her.
But the son grew up, became capable, and always came out to stir up trouble.
