A faint, contemptuous smile played on Chu He's lips.
Even before he stepped into the five-star hotel,
Chu He's Primordial Spirit Power had already swept through, covering every private room inside,
and had precisely located the room where his father's relatives—people he had never met—were gathered.
"Chu Donglai is so damn lucky, having such an outstanding son."
"I used to mock him for not having a son to carry on the Chu Family line. I wonder if Chu Donglai will hold a grudge."
"Relax, he won't. You know how simple and honest Chu Donglai is. He's clueless."
"I borrowed thirty thousand from Chu Donglai five years ago and still haven't paid it back. Now that his family is so rich, they probably won't care about such a small amount, right?"
"Thirty thousand? That's not even a fraction of what Chu He makes in a single day."
