Looking at Ning Botao again, one saw that his expression was as normal as ever.
This matter in itself was already odd.
Could it be that Ning Third Uncle had been bribed by them?
Xu Qiaoqiao furrowed her brows.
If that was the case, then things would be difficult.
Although she did not grow up in a wealthy and powerful family, she knew that such families had strict house rules, and Ning Third Uncle's word was law here.
If he acknowledged Haohao, then Haohao could be written into the family tree.
She furrowed her brows, exchanging a glance with Xu Mushen, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Ning Botao had timed his arrival perfectly, and half an hour later, a butler came running in to announce that Ning Third Uncle had arrived.
Mrs. Ning and Ning Botao immediately stood up, and a group of people made their way to the outside of the living room only to see an elderly man about eighty years old, strong and hale, dressed in black, approaching them.
