That day, a Hongqi sedan stopped outside the door.
It was Shen Jing's first time seeing the Zhou Family's eldest son.
He wore a white woolen turtleneck, modest and unassuming, his demeanor as proper as an upright official's.
Neither old nor young, he walked with particularly steady steps.
Sitting down on the stone bench, Shen Jing flipped through sheet music while silently memorizing it.
Zhou Xiangqun helped Old Lady Xu into the house.
"You need to control that relative of yours from the Zhou Family! He's practically digging up the ground beneath my feet! He's bullying an old woman like me, threatening to tear up my radish patch if I don't move out."
Zhou Xiangqun nodded. "Yes, Achen has always been unruly. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Old Lady Xu's complaints grew more severe. "He even wants to dig up my late husband's ashes! It's absolutely outrageous! All this talk of millions and millions—hasn't he ever seen money before?"
Old Lady Xu was adamant about not moving.
