Yu Desheng smiled at Su Mu:

"Little friend Mu, it is an honor for my Yu family that you can come to our door. How could I not welcome you personally?"

Su Mu's claws are a little numb.

If others are too polite to him, he will feel embarrassed.

The main reason is that the specifications are too high.

And it was made so formal.

He quickly smiled awkwardly and said:

"Old man, let's do whatever we want. You know, I don't have any rules."

Yu Desheng laughed, then turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation:

"Then just be casual, Su Mu, just treat it as if you're back home. I'll show you around. Although the house is a bit older, it's still very interesting."

If this scene spreads, I don’t know how many people in the Demon City will have their eyes dropped to the floor.

Yu Desheng.

The old man's name shouldn't be too loud.

Different from Du Yuanliang, the leader of Qingmen.

Although Qingmen has been rooted in the Demon City for more than a hundred years, Qingmen's reputation cannot be compared with that of the officially certified Yu family.

The first local person in Shanghai to receive official New Year greetings every year must be the head of the Yu family.

In this regard, no aristocratic family can match it.

The head of the Yu family personally accompanied a boy to visit his old mansion?

If you say it, someone has to believe it.

The number one son of the imperial capital is here, but he doesn’t have the qualifications either.
Chapter completed!