Lincheng, the general name of this place.
Here, it has been divided into areas A, B, C, and D since the beginning of construction, with area A being the most important.
There used to be a group of builders living here. They used wisdom and unity to develop this land and arranged a stage. Because of their seclusion, Lincheng will once again select the next batch of successors to develop Lincheng.
And now it is the descendants of the previous generation who started building this place - the Rong family - who are taking over.
"Hey, Jing Xiaowan, are you the next heir?"
"No, my father said that he is looking for the descendants of the founder of the city in the city, but it is not his turn."
Rong Lin frowned and patted Jing Xiaowan with a smile, "It's okay. As long as I can't find him, it's you."
"Sister Rong Lin, are you the elder brother?"
"It's impossible. You didn't know his temper twelve years ago. How could you get to know the child of the founder?"
Jing Xiaowan rubbed the corner of his clothes and looked at Rong Lin with a pitiful expression.
On the other side:
What's playing on a separate channel on the TV -
"Someone from the Jing family met the child of one of the founders a few years ago. Will the next heir to Lincheng Development be the Jing family..."
"Sister, why are you looking at this?"
"Nothing."
"Aren't you going to run for Lincheng Development successor today?" The man raised his hand and picked up the remote control, turned off the TV, and then sat down on the sofa.
"Actually, there's nothing to see. That's all you and I are." The woman sat down gently.
There was a plate of good fruit on the table. The man raised his hand and grabbed a small bunch of grapes, and then threw them into his mouth one by one. After three times, five divided by two, the grapes in his hand were gone, and then he changed his target and prepared to take the rest on the table.
"Xi Yun."
The man calmed down and met his gaze.
A middle-aged man opened the door and came in, "Xi Yun, I told you that the fruits on the table are for your sister's health." The middle-aged man also carried a box of good strawberries in his hand and walked into the kitchen.
"Dad, what do you mean, I'm not your son?"
"Buy it yourself."
"..."
The woman smiled and handed over the remaining grapes on the table, "Eat quickly."
"Thank you, sister."
"As soon as he is safe, just pamper him."
"It's okay, I'm not hungry."
Intention: Uncontrollable love