"M-Mr. Meng."
The assistant was scared stiff by the cold air coming off Meng Yanzhi; he couldn't even speak clearly. He stammered, "Mr. Meng, n-no, Meng Siyu is here."
"So he's here, what are you panicking for?"
Meng Yanzhi snapped. Knowing it was because of Chenchen, he walked straight downstairs.
He was still on the staircase when he ran right into the furious Meng Siyu coming up. Meng Siyu said, "Meng Yanzhi, where's Chenchen? Where are you hiding her?"
"Shh."
Meng Yanzhi raised a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence. He lowered his voice and said, "Chenchen just fell asleep not long ago, don't wake her."
"Meng Siyu, no matter what, we're both Meng. I'm also Chenchen's uncle. I invite her out for a meal, and that's not allowed?" Meng Yanzhi looked at Meng Siyu, the jealousy pressed deep in his heart faintly rising.
It was just that, in these ten years, Meng Yanzhi was no longer the man who used to flare up at the drop of a hat.
