Not only that, she always felt that Bai Jingmo had an indescribable aura.

"Mom, can I not go up?" Mu He He raised her head and said crisply, "I want to open the presents for fun."

The people upstairs were silent and the atmosphere was weird, which he didn't like.

Bai Hui didn't force it, and nodded in agreement: "You follow Aunt Wu, understand?"

Mu He He's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

Bai Hui glanced at Aunt Wu beside her and said, "Keep an eye on him."

Wu Ma nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

Taking the elevator up, Bai Jingmo followed Bai Hui.

They walked to a door, and the waiter at the door bowed to them and opened the door respectfully.

The room was bright and spacious, with a gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a soft carpet on the floor, and several exquisite celadon pieces, the furnishings showing luxury.

Bai Jingmo raised his eyes lazily and met the gaze of one of the men on the sofa.

After their eyes met, Bai Shaodong raised his teacup, stared at his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

The young man stood at the door, his tall and straight figure highlighted by his well-cut black suit, his hair meticulously groomed, his cold face as handsome as a god, his narrow and deep eyes full of calmness. He just stood there quietly, attracting everyone's attention.

Then, the man curled his lips slightly and took the initiative to speak.

"Father."

These simple words from "father" instantly made the air around them freeze.

After a moment's silence, Bai Shaodong uttered an ambiguous sneer and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Sit down, why are you standing?"

He narrowed his eyes unkindly.

This monster looks like he's really grown a lot.

…

While waiting for them to go upstairs, Mu He He found an empty sofa and was about to open the gift when a woman suddenly came up to her.

"Hehe."

Mu Hehe raised her head when she heard that, looked at the delicately made-up woman in front of her, and called out obediently.

"Aunt Wan."