Gongsun was leaning on the sofa. There was steaming soup in the pot. He leaned against Lisbon's soft fur, and the little lion lay next to him, resting his chin on his straddle, looking at the thing in his hand.
Gongsun was looking at the diaries left by his grandfather and father from Yangfan's house, hoping to find some clues in them, preferably ones that could help Bai Jintang recover his memory.
Bai Jintang sat opposite him, looking at the company information in his hand.
On the side, Yangfan was putting snacks into Yangyang and Qin Yi's mouths, and the two little guys were playing games.
Chen Yu and Uncle Chen were watching TV on the sofa behind Bai Jintang and the others, and they felt...the aura was so powerful.
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