If it were a servant, they would have spoken up instead of just waiting for Leng Lingxiao to ask.
So he guessed it was his father.
Sure enough, a tentative question came, "Son, are you asleep?" Leng Jiangping knocked on the door twice more, "Can dad come in?"
"The door isn't locked," came the reply from inside.
Leng Lingxiao had kept the plans to acquire the Jiang Family a secret from his parents; after all, their families had been friends for generations, and doing so openly would be inconvenient.
So by the time Leng Jiangping came in, Leng Lingxiao had already gone over to the bed, yawning and looking drowsy and lazy, not at all like he had just been giving orders to his subordinates.
"Dad, something urgent this late?"
"Son, well, how long do you plan to stay this time? You're not in a hurry to leave these next couple of days, are you?" Leng Jiangping, all smiles, touched this and looked at that, but didn't sit down.
"Dad, if you have something to say, just say it."
