The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a day for family reunion, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Mrs. Xia was very unhappy, because her son and eldest grandson could not go home to spend the festival with her.

Before dinner, Mrs. Xia complained to Xia Liang in the WeChat video: "You said that you father and son, neither of you are at home, are you trying to be angry with me? Or Xiao Lin, who knows how to bring the Song family back. Celebrate with my old lady."

Xia Liang subconsciously covered his stomach while laughing at the old man.

In the past few months, his food has been good, and his belly has grown again. Fortunately, he can't tell anything just by looking at his face, so he only dares to show his head in the video.

"Isn't this a business trip?" Xia Liang lied flatly, "I'll go home to accompany you as soon as the projects at hand are completed."

"You always have unfinished projects in hand!" Mrs. Xia didn't take his tricks. "I haven't seen you for several months. You can give me a number when I can do it."

"Well..." Xia Liang guessed and said with a guilty conscience, "Maybe it will take another two or three months."

Immediately, he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Dad, why is he not at home?"

"He, he received a call two days ago and said that there was something wrong with the branch in the United States, so he hurriedly went abroad."

Xia Liang's expression condensed: "What's wrong, why didn't Dad mention it to me?"

"Maybe it's not a big problem," said the old lady Xia. "The last time I called him, he kept saying that it was all right and that he would be back in a few days."

"Oh." Xia Liang knew that Mrs. Xia wasn't very interested in business matters, and she didn't know much, so she didn't ask any further questions, but she was secretly interested in this matter.

After the video call ended, he immediately called Father Xia.

When Father Xia answered the call, he seemed to be busy explaining something to the people around him, and was a little absent-minded: "Xiao Liang, why are you calling me?"

Xia Liang said, "Dad, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Oh...oh," Father Xia was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, "That's right, I almost forgot that you had the Mid-Autumn Festival there today."

"Dad, I heard from grandma that there is a problem with the branch in the United States. Is it okay?"

Father Xia pondered for a moment, then sighed: "Xiao Liang, if your grandma isn't here, I won't hide it from you. Actually... the situation is not very optimistic."

When Xia Liang walked out of the study, she felt a little heavy. But there are still guests at home, so it's not easy for him to put his thoughts on his face.

At this time, Du Lanze and Wen Ping were sitting in the living room, tasting the moon cakes Zhou Shuo made by himself, and were full of praise for Zhou Shuo's craftsmanship.

"If you want me to say, Zhou Shuo's cooking skills are definitely among the best in Alpha." Du Lanze said.

Wen Ping echoed with a smile: "I agree with this. An Alpha like Zhou Shuo, who is gentle and considerate and has his own cooking skills, really hopes to give me a dozen."

Zhou Shuo was a little embarrassed to be praised, he just smiled and saw Xia Liang walking away, he handed him a freshly baked moon cake as if offering a treasure: "Brother Liang, try it, it's my first time. Making moon cakes, I don’t know if they are delicious, but they all say they taste good.”

After Xia Liang finished eating the moon cake, he commented succinctly: "Slightly sweet."

Zhou Shuo immediately corrected himself humbly: "Then I'll put a little less sugar next time."

"Oh, I shouldn't have chosen this day to come here," Du Lanze covered his eyes exaggeratedly, "This dog food...it's going to choke me to death."

Wen Ping was more careful, seeing that Xia Liang seemed to have something on his mind, so he made an excuse and took Du Lanze to leave.

After sending the two away, Xia Liang had no intention of concealing it, turned around and said to Zhou Shuo, "Zhou Shuo, I hope you can make a trip to the United States for me."

Zhou Shuo was startled: "What's wrong?"

"Several branches in the United States were designed by someone, and they were heavily in debt overnight. Dad has rushed to the United States to deal with it, but the current situation... It is really not optimistic. I am worried that he will get tired and get sick when he is old. Come, I originally had to go there in person, but now I can't come out in person for many things, so..."

"I see," Zhou Shuo said before he finished, "Brother Liang, don't worry, I'll leave tomorrow, you can just rest at home and leave the rest to me."

Xia Liang has been getting heavier recently. Originally, he started to fall asleep after nine o'clock in the evening, but this night, with the branch office in his mind, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He listened to the sound of Zhou Shuo pacing back and forth outside the door, the sound of making phone calls, the sound of packing luggage, and finally fell into silence.

The quieter he was, the more annoyed he felt. He couldn't help it, so he got out of bed in his pajamas. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Zhou Shuo sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, holding a laptop in his hand. , was looking at something intently with his head down.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Shuo raised his head and met Xia Liang's eyes. He was surprised for a moment and asked, "Brother Liang, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Can't sleep." Xia Liang replied lightly, walked over to Zhou Shuo and sat down, and asked, "What are you looking at?

"I'm checking the Ne|son family's developments in recent months."

Xia Liang glanced at him in surprise: "What a coincidence, you went with me."

Zhou Shuo seemed to be encouraged, and his spirits were lifted: "You also suspect that Ying Mohua did it?"

"There is no conclusive evidence yet, it's just an intuition." Xia Liang said, "If it's really what the other party did..."

Zhou Shuo stretched out his hand and squeezed Xia Liang's cold fingers: "Don't be afraid, Brother Liang, soldiers will come to block, water will come to cover - this is what you taught me, as long as the other party has a plan, he will definitely show his feet."

Under the dim light, Xia Liang quietly watched Zhou Shuo for a long time.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that this boy, who he had been watching growing up, had sharp edges and strong eyebrows, and he already looked like a mature man.