Zhang Zhaohai could not help looking smug.
Once upon a time, this former leader from his company was someone he had to respectfully call "Boss" whenever they met. But now... this man's eyes held nothing but envy.
Such was the turning of the world.
Inside the villa, the neighbor who had introduced herself took a tour of the house. Feeling the lavish luxury of its decor, she was utterly stunned.
"Oh my, your home's decor is so exquisite. It simply can't compare to ours. I'll have to let my old man come see it sometime."
"It's nothing special. My son handled it all." Zhang Zhaohai smiled.
"Your son..." At the mention of him, the auntie once again turned her gaze toward the figure before her.
Ever since entering, she had looked his way more than once.
What kind of family could raise a son like this?
Tall and handsome, graceful as jade, truly exceptional among men—could someone like him really have been born into an ordinary family? Yet everything before her reminded her that he really was Old Zhang the cook's son from their former workplace.
"Auntie?" Zhang Yang reminded her with a smile.
Beside him, Song Wenqin's expression had grown somewhat unfriendly as well.
Several times already!
Although this woman had maintained herself well and still possessed some charm, ever since entering, she had kept staring fixedly at her son whenever she got the chance. What was she doing? What was she trying to do?
"Ah... sorry." The auntie immediately snapped back to her senses, her face reddening slightly. "I got distracted."
After finishing the tour, the auntie reluctantly said goodbye.
Before leaving, she looked again and again at the Cullinan parked in the garage, repeatedly inviting them to visit her home when they had time.
"It's the second