Chen Xin left, and the sounds of clinking chopsticks filled the study once again as Bai Long continued his work report.
Li Zishen quickly finished the shredded radish.
"Let's call it a day."
"Yes, Brother Shen, you should get some rest early."
Li Zishen picked up the damp towel Nanny Chen had prepared for him, carefully wiped his hands, then took the small wooden pig carving and went over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The arrangements for the funeral were all settled, yet he didn't feel at ease, and his eyes slowly began to moisten.
Fortunately, he had managed to protect his mother's reputation.
Ten minutes later, the top search lists were filled with five news items about the Leng Family, two of which were about Li Zishen's extravagant spending.
The accompanying photos were also very deliberate; many speculated that it was a competitor intentionally slandering Li Zishen.
——There are really quite a few jealous people!
