"Are you the President?" Xu Xianxiongâs eyes widened; how could the person in front of him be so young and yet the President? The highest official heâd seen was a county mayor, and that was only because the mayor was Li Binâs father.
Sheng An huddled by the car door and unhappily said, "Uncle, donât listen to his boasting. Heâs not a good person at all."
"Hehe..." Xu Xianxiong chuckled but said nothing.
Su Hai was infuriated, "Anâan, you canât deliberately target me."
"Whoâs deliberately targeting you?" Anâan pouted and sneered, "The first time you came to our house, I knew you werenât a good person."
A slip can cause a lasting regret; Su Haiâs heart was full of remorse. If heâd known, he wouldnât have offended this little girl back then. Little did he know she would hold grudges like this.
"Anâan is right!" Sheng Ning seized the opportunity to criticize Su Hai, "Heâs indeed not a good person and very sinister." Sheng Ning, in his previous life, had the most experience with how sinister Su Hai could be. If it werenât for him, how could she have been so miserable?
Qin Cuifen and Su Yun, despite their prowess, were no match for Su Haiâs unscrupulous and ruthless ways.
Sheng An was thrilled upon hearing this, feeling even closer to Sheng Ning, "See! I wasnât wrong; this person is despicable."
"Alright, alright... Whatever you say it is, okay?" He was so innocent; who could he go to for justice?
The car stopped at the Su Familyâs entrance, and Mr. Su was already standing at the door with a cane, accompanied by Mr. Hai. However, Mr. Hai was sitting in a wicker chair in the courtyard; his greying hair radiated warmth under the midday sun.
Sheng Ning got out first to open the door for Zhao Lanzi, while Su Hai was also ready to open the door but was preceded by Xu Xianxiong.
"Old brother, since youâre the President, how could I let you open the door?"
Hearing this, Mr. Su was about to lift his cane to hit his son, "You brat, who asked you to show off? What are you boasting for?"
"Not at all, truly not!" Su Hai was wronged!
"Hmph!"
Sheng An followed Sheng Ning, and her exquisite, sculpted little face looked somewhat terrified, her lips trembling pale.
"Whatâs wrong, Anâan?" Sheng Ning grabbed her hand, startled by its icy coldness, "Are you not feeling well?"
"No, no!" Sheng An shook her head, scanning around attentively, whispering, "Sis, why does this place feel so familiar? Itâs like Iâve been here before, but I know Iâve never been here!"
"This is likely a normal phenomenon. Medically, itâs said to be overlapping dreams or something; I canât recall clearly." In her past life, sheâd seen news about this. Many people experience this, feeling familiarity with a place theyâve never visited, as if theyâve seen it in a dream.
"Oh!" Sheng An nodded, clinging tightly to Sheng Ningâs hand. "Sis, Iâm scared. You see so many people with weapons; can we go back?"
"Donât be scared; this is sisterâs grandfatherâs home. Weâll return after lunch." Sheng Ning soothed her, patting her hand for strength.
"Okay!" Anâan nodded obediently, "Then letâs leave after lunch."
"Alright!" She didnât think much of it, assuming Anâan was startled by the comrades holding weapons while standing guard at the entrance.
The two parties exchanged pleasantries. Zhao Lanzi was naturally broad-minded and excelled at greeting and showing respect to elders appropriately. Xu Xianxiong was straightforward, unfettered, and was just the type the old man favored. So, within less than ten minutes, everyone was familiar with each other, and even Mr. Hai joined in the living room.