Gu Shaocheng's expression was indifferent as he placed the item in his hand onto the table—
the contract from years ago to send the child away. Naturally, he was too lazy to look at it; he just smiled ambiguously and then picked up his teacup, leisurely sipping tea.
It's still early, yet Skull Society came to demand the child two months in advance.
The previous president of Skull Society unexpectedly died of a brain hemorrhage a month ago; the election for the next president is still ongoing, and the results will not be revealed for another three months. At this time, they come asking him for the child...
His lips curved into a meaningful smile again, and then he set the teacup down.
"No rush, there's still two months, right?"
