Shock was evident in Ling Yan's heart. Mr. Old Ross? Wasn't this the man in charge of the distinguished family?
It was said that for nearly a decade, he had retreated behind the scenes, rarely making public appearances.
Ling Yan initially thought it was one of his sons who had invited him, but it turned out to be this important figure, which really surprised him greatly.
Although surprised, he faintly anticipated that this matter was extraordinary.
But what he did not expect was that the issue Mr. Old Ross brought up was so unexpectedly astonishing.
More than three hours later, Ling Yan exited the study, his face serene yet strange, his expression unreadable.
In the night breeze, he draped a coat over his shoulders and left in a car.
Upon returning to his lodging, Ling Xiu's phone call came in a hurried rush, asking what had happened since he arrived in North America.
Was it about finding Third Young Master Jun's whereabouts?
"No." Ling Yan lowered his gaze, his voice calm.
