Lin Shi gave a mocking snort. "President Yan is only twenty-eight and already wants to go around being everyone's dad?"
Yan Yi'an said, "Do you know the Lin Household Old Residence has feng shui arrangements?"
Lin Shi froze. He had no idea how Yan Yi'an had steered the conversation toward something so completely unrelated.
"The Yan Household is into feudal superstition too?"
Yan Yi'an: "..."
Yan Yi'an, the grandson of the number one practitioner of feudal superstition: "..."
For a moment, Yan Yi'an really wanted to pry open Lin Shi's skull and investigate whether all high school students these days had such incomprehensible thought processes.
Speechless, he flipped one-handed to the final two pages of the documents.
One page was the layout plan of the Lin Household that Lin Shi had sent Yan Xianjue. Yan Yi'an had printed it out.
The other was the corresponding feng shui diagram.
Yan Yi'an separated the two pages and laid them flat in front of Lin Shi. "Look."
Lin Shi studied them suspiciously. He naturally recognized the first one.
But the second one...
His expression gradually turned grave.
The second diagram greatly downplayed the locations of the buildings, only roughly indicating their general positions.
Instead, the arrangement of the flowers, grass, and trees was particularly meticulous.
Thinking back to what Yan Yi'an had said earlier, he asked, "What do you mean, President Yan?"
Since Yan Yi'an had come to find Lin Shi, he naturally did not mind explaining a little.
Of course, he would not reveal a single word of what needed to remain hidden.
He pointed at a lush, leafy tree, one located right in the center of the Lin Household Old Residence.
"The tree in this drawing..."
Lin Shi cut him off. "Is exactly the same as the one at the Lin