Chapter 1988: Feeding Rules (29)
Chapter 1988: Chapter 1988: Feeding Rules (29)
Recently, news has been filled with updates about the Shang family, and judging by the information released so far, it’s clear their situation isn’t good.Shang Qi naturally noticed this.
However, he wasn’t bothered by it; he didn’t care whether the Shang family lived or died.
On this day, after finishing a performance and changing into his own clothes, Shang Qi received a call from Shang Yucheng.
"Do you still have things in the manor on the hill?" Shang Yucheng got straight to the point as soon as the call connected.
Shang Qi paused slightly, gripping his phone a bit tighter: "What’s going on?"
"If you have things there, hurry up and pack them. I plan to sell that manor." After Shang Yucheng said this, he couldn’t help but curse: "You’re such a jinx! What did my family do to deserve you, this bane? I regret not strangling you at birth!"
Doo-doo-doo—
The cold busy tone sounded from the phone.
Shang Qi calmly put down the phone and looked at the person in the mirror.
The man had striking features, quietly beautiful, without a hint of sharpness.
The person in the mirror suddenly curved his lips, and that cold face instantly gained vitality, becoming more defined and attractive.
Before, when he received calls from Shang Yucheng, he couldn’t control himself, but now he felt nothing of the sort.
In his heart, he carried more concern for a little fellow who captured his thoughts.
Shang Qi realized there were indeed things in the manor that required handling, so after the performance ended, he bought a ticket to return.
The manor hadn’t been lived in for some time, gathering a layer of dust.
Entering this place again, Shang Qi felt as if he was revisiting something long forgotten.
He directed the bodyguards to tidy up the basement, while he headed upstairs to the music room.
The piano in the music room had long been moved out, leaving the entire room empty.
Standing in the middle of the room, Shang Qi hung his head, lost in thought, until he eventually walked over to the wall.
He pressed his palm against the wall, gently pushing, revealing a passage.
This music room connects to the basement of the small building behind it.
"I won’t be needing you anymore..." Shang Qi murmured softly.
"Sir..." Boss of the guards rushed in, looking like he’d seen a ghost.
"What’s wrong?"
Boss of the guards: "You’d better come take a look yourself."
Following Shang Qi’s instructions, they went to tidy the basement.