He had been sitting on the sofa, and when he heard the sound at the door, he turned his eyes toward the entryway with a hint of inexplicable expectation.
In no time, Zhuang Yanyan and Feng Jinglei walked into the living room, surrounded by servants.
At a glance she caught sight of her eldest grandson, and Zhuang Yanyan smiled in mild surprise. "Mo, you don't have any social engagements to attend today?"
Although it was the weekend, Zhuang Yanyan knew very well that in order to keep his father's hard‑built M Group running, her grandson often had to go out for business dinners even on weekends. But as M Group grew stronger day by day, his need to go out and socialize had become much less than before.
This was probably what people meant by heaven never lets down the hardworking: the effort you pour in will be repaid in kind.
As Zhuang Yanyan spoke, Qin Feimo's gaze moved back from Feng Jinglei's face, and he answered with a faint, single syllable, "Mm."
