Finally, a black Maybach parked near the main entrance. The door opened and two people came out of the car.
The father-son duo wore the same style bespoke suits in the same color to fit today’s theme. Lu Tingxiao’s tie and the little bun’s bowtie were a festive bright red. As the both of them made their appearance, they attracted people’s attention.
The servants started greeting them…
"Good evening, First Master!"
"Good evening, Little Master!"
…
When Yan Ruyi saw her son and grandson, she was relieved, going up to them with a wide smile. "Oh, my baby is back!"
Lu Chongshan’s serious face softened the moment he saw Little Treasure. "Little Treasure is here!"
Today was a special day. It was his 60th birthday, and no matter whether it was for the public's perspective or for his own desire, he really hoped his only grandson would come. After all, Little Treasure was his only successor.