What High-Level Move Could I Possibly Pull in This Situation?

On a crisp autumn day, Shen Lang drove to Jinghua Community in the city center, humming a little tune.

As a newly developed residential complex, Jinghua Community could not compare to Su Lexuan's Yulong Bay or Li Liusi's Nine Halls, but it was still located in a relatively bustling part of Jianghai City, with average housing prices running into tens of thousands per square meter.

After stepping out of the elevator, Shen Lang arrived at a door covered in game stickers. Smiling knowingly, he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

"Coming!"

A rapid patter of footsteps immediately sounded from inside. The moment the door opened, Ye Xinxin, dressed coolly, eagerly pounced on him and clung to him like a koala. "Hehe, Dad, I missed you so much! Why did you take so long?"

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense."

Noticing the startled look from a neighbor next door who had come out, Shen Lang quickly supported Ye Xinxin's perky backside and casually pulled the door shut.

Shen Lang carried Ye Xinxin over to the sofa and sat down, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. "So, are you getting used to the new place?"

"Hehe, Dad paid for it, so I love it."

Ye Xinxin happily rubbed her nose against Shen Lang's. "It's just that the one behind me is a little naggy. She keeps trying to control me every day."

"The one behind you?"

Shen Lang blinked curiously and tilted his head to look past Ye Xinxin.

In the living room, Ye Xinxin's mother, Fan Lili, was bent over wiping the coffee table. Her expression was incredibly complicated, and her hands had stopped moving.

Although she knew her wild daughter must have had some unspeakable relationship with Shen Lang, seeing the two of them clinging to each other so openly