Ling'er stopped what she was doing. She was quite curious about this rather odd group of masked men. Taishu Ying tilted her head as she watched the four of them, equally eager to learn what they wanted.
Sang Hanshui's gaze fell on Chen Mu. He had no say here. He was also a little puzzled; however he looked at it, Qiao Yuan hardly seemed like someone who would readily accept an invitation to another person's home. Wei'a and little Bu Mo did not even look up. Their thoughts were remarkably alike-leave this sort of question to Chen Mu.
And so, everyone's eyes converged on Chen Mu once more.
He had intended to think over his answer, but since Taishu Cheng had asked directly, he answered just as directly. "I came to discuss something with your family head, Taishu Yong."
Taishu Cheng gaped at Chen Mu. Taishu Ying was dumbfounded, and even Ling'er's expression turned somewhat strange.
Seeing their expressions, even someone as slow on the uptake as Chen Mu sensed something was wrong. He did not know what he had said wrong, but he remained composed and asked calmly.
"Oh? Is there a problem?"
Taishu Cheng quickly regained his normal expression and smiled somewhat helplessly. "I'm not deliberately making things difficult for you. Even I haven't seen my father in four and a half months."
"Why?" Chen Mu asked, puzzled.
Taishu Cheng said evenly, "Our Taishu Family is an ancient lineage, and we have some rather unusual rules. This has to do with succession to the position of family head. The head of the Taishu Family isn't chosen by seniority. Every son of the family head is sent out upon reaching adulthood to take charge of one of the lineage's businesses. Whoever performs best is the most likely to become