Other antiquities, calligraphy and paintings, real estate, and shops pale in comparison—they're mere trifles.
These trifles will be evenly distributed among all descendants of the Leng family, and to this point, no one voiced any objections.
Until the lawyer began reading the portion about the Leng Group's shares and deliberately paused midway.
The entire room collectively held their breath.
Gao Yuyue instinctively glanced at the Leng family descendants and caught sight of a tall figure.
Compared to his usual flamboyance, Leng Yunyang, dressed in solemn black attire, exuded an uncharacteristic demeanor of seriousness. His sharp brows were furrowed, his handsome face impassive—completely unlike the mischievous troublemaker she remembered from their youth.
At this moment, Gao Yuyue couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety on his behalf.
The Leng family's disputes had always been brutal.
If he were to lose, his ruthless grandmother and third uncle would certainly show no mercy.
