After being baptized by rain, the huge Yan Family Manor became more and more empty and quiet.

The refreshing coolness is coming...

The wind blew on Yang Shuchen's body, his drenched clothes tightly pressed against his muscular body, he frowned, but he didn't follow the butler's suggestion to go back to the room to change clothes.

As he strode into the living room, the heel of his shoe was still dripping.

His short wet hair drooped on his forehead, hiding his deep black eyes.

The perfect contour of the face, rain dripping from above from time to time, across his **** jaw, dripping to the ground...

"Chairman, the second young master is here." The butler opened his mouth and stood aside respectfully, not daring to speak any more.

In the living room, the atmosphere is very low.

It's like the tranquility before the storm, which is chilling.

Yang Shuchen faced such pressure and walked forward step by step.

Look up and look forward.

On the expensive leather sofa, Yan Chengchi sat leisurely, with his legs folded lazily, and his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

But the expression on his face was very dark and solemn.

Displeased all over his body, so that people approaching him can feel his pressure without asking.

He is upset...

Next to Yan Chengchi, Xia Changyue, in pajamas, sat with a worried face holding a pillow.

Years particularly favored her, her appearance did not look like a person who had given birth to three children.

She saw Yang Shuchen walk in with soaked body, she stood up hurriedly, just about to step forward, one arm had already stopped her first.

Yan Chengchi opened his eyes and glanced at her, "What do you want to do?"

"Yan Chengchi, San'er has been in the rain for so long, and now he is still wearing wet clothes, he will catch a cold!" Xia Changyue shook off his hand, turned his head and told the housekeeper to get a bath towel.

"Come back!" Yan Chengchi couldn't control his wife and glanced sideways at the housekeeper.

The steward's foot that had just stepped out, he took it back in a whisper.

"You...well, the housekeeper can't take it, I'll take it!" Xia Changyue glared at Yan Chengchi, and walked angrily towards the bathroom.

"Mom, no need." Yang Shuchen stretched out his hand to grab Xia Changyue, faintly opened his lips, but kept looking at Yan Chengchi, "I came back to know why you don't like Guan Yunian."

"This..." Xia Changyue stiffened.

Hearing what he said, his face became complicated for an instant, his mouth opened, and finally he said nothing.

"Is this the tone you used to talk to your parents? For a woman, why don't you just die outside?" Yan Chengchi snorted and sat up from the sofa.

Pressing his hands on his knees, his lips opened coldly.

"Don't think that if you have been in the rain, you can pretend to be pitiful in front of your mother. Whoever chases a girl has not been in the rain."

Yan Chengchi's tone was disdainful.

In order to chase Xia Changyue, let alone the rain, he was standing outside in the cold and freezing weather all night, but he didn't come here.

Speaking of the most difficult parents, who can compare to Yang Muya?

If he weren't good enough, how could he hold the beauty back, and it was his turn to have a brat acting in front of him!

"Dad didn't marry his mother by pretending to be pitiful in front of his grandmother? Only the state official was allowed to set fire to not allow the people to light the lamp..." Yang Shuchen stood upright, like a penalty station.

The words spoken were joking.