"Well said. Young people these days, when things don't go their way, they just blame their parents, without thinking about who brought them into this world," Mr. Yun praised.
"Dad, don't just get carried away with happiness; whatever you want to say, let's go inside first. It's not good to keep Lin Tian standing after he traveled such a long way," Yun Haoyu reminded.
"Yes, yes, I got too happy. Come in, let's talk inside," the old man said, snapping back to his senses.
Yun Xiaotian stood up, pushed the old man, and the four of them went into the villa together.
The villa's living room wasn't as big as the Xiao Family's Chinese-style villa living room and was quite simple in its decor—hangings, coffee table, tables, and chairs—all clearly visible, and almost all the furniture was wooden.
But Lin Tian knew these weren't just simple wooden furniture because he smelled a familiar scent, identical to the sandalwood scent in Wang Wanxi's study.
