"Is there any tea?" Tang Guozhu asked bluntly.

Tang Huan had no choice but to order someone to send tea.

"I only drink this year's rain." Tang Guozhu was very picky.

This is a man who lives a very delicate life.

Apply facial masks, drink health-preserving wine. Eat the most expensive foie gras and sleep in the most expensive hotel.

This is the first noble son since the founding of China—

A man who is known as an old monster in the world.

Tang Huan's biological father.

Tang Huan ordered someone to send it to the rain and sat opposite him with a serious expression: "Tell me. What are you doing?"

The old god Tang Guozhu took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup and said, "Little Liu said, the Tang Mansion you built did not leave a room for me?"

"Where are you missing a place to live?" Tang Huan asked back.

"Of course there is no shortage." Tang Guozhu shrugged and said with great ease. "I remember when others called me Tang Bancheng. Why? Because I have money."

"Then I won't leave a room for you, what's the problem?" Tang Huan asked.

"There is no problem in theory." Tang Guozhu lit a cigarette. "But from a legal perspective, the piece of land you built the building is under my name. Should you give me an explanation?"
Chapter completed!