C52 Kinsman

052

"Knock, knock." Tang Lingqiu knocked lightly.

"Come in."

Tang Lingqiu pushed open the door and entered the study. On the wall, there was a silver-hook iron painting with a majestic aura written by the owner of the study, it was the old man Tang Zepinng who sat on the chair. His hair was already half white, but he still maintained his imposing manner