More than half an hour later, the taxi steadily stopped at the gate of the Bai Family Ancestral House.
Looking at the familiar building in front of him, Lu Tianxing took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts, and directly pushed the door open to walk in.
Just as he walked into the living room, Lu Tianxing's expression paused slightly, and his heart trembled suddenly. The atmosphere in the living room seemed a bit off. Could something have happened before he returned?
At this moment, Bai Qiao Mountain was sitting on the sofa with a heavy expression, not saying a word, silently smoking. Next to Bai Qiao Mountain, Bai Zhiqing, Bai Weiwei, and Mandala were like mice seeing a cat, not daring to breathe loudly, sitting there cautiously. Their eyes occasionally glanced at Bai Qiao Mountain and then quickly retracted as if they were afraid of being noticed, like children who had done something wrong.
