Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa, "My rules, not okay?"
"Okay, okay, okay, you're the ancestor; whatever you say goes—"
The cellphone on the table vibrated.
Jiang Zhi pressed his finger to his lips, signaling Xue Baoyi to be quiet as he answered the call with a 'hmm.'
It was Qiao Nanchu, "Peng Zhongming has arrived in Imperial City."
Peng Zhongming was the only son of Peng Xianzhi and had settled abroad with his mother. Ever since the great fire at the Luo Family, Peng Xianzhi had been imprisoned, and it had been eight years since Peng Zhongming had shown his face.
Jiang Zhi asked, "Where is he hiding?"
"Still haven't found him," however, "just keep an eye on Luo Changde, he will definitely come knocking."
"We need to get ready."
"Ready for what?"
Jiang Zhi lazily replied, "Stealing things."
Qiao Nanchu understood his plan, switching the topic, "I found out a little bit about Zhou Xufang."
He had been lounging carelessly, but now he sat up straight.
