Shen You'an twisted her wrist, and the small yet highly lethal weapon was tucked into her pocket, causing everyone to watch in fearful awe.
"The tenth of next month is a good day; I will host a ceremony for Old Mr. Sang at Four Seasons Manor. I hope everyone can be present then."
Everyone exchanged glances, no one dared to refuse.
"We'll attend, definitely."
Helian Yu asked, "Hasn't Four Seasons Manor already been sealed off?"
Shen You'an raised an eyebrow, her dark eyes unfathomable.
"Four Seasons Manor was originally part of the dowry given by Old Mr. Sang to Sang Ziming. As Sang Ziming's descendant, why, do I not have the legal right to inherit?"
Helian Yu's head felt heavy: "Of course, you do."
Shen You'an even managed to get Yu Fusheng in on it; reclaiming Four Seasons Manor was merely a matter of words for her to express.
