For some reason, the news that Ye Jiushang had thrown Young Master Wuchen into the latrine had spread. But the identity of the Lord of Ye Jiushang’s Nine Cloud Palace was miraculously concealed. Not many people knew of it. Apart from a few trusted aides, even very few of the Night Shadow Guards in the Ninth Lord’s Estate were aware of his other identity.
Xue Batian, on the other hand, knew. He was even more curious about Ye Jiushang’s identity. During dinner, he asked, “Little Ye, what kind of identity is the Lord of the Nine Cloud Palace? I don’t know you very well now. I’m not at ease handing my precious granddaughter to someone I don’t know.”
About half an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a long down coat strode into the exhibition hall with his wife.
The Jing family members standing at the door were stunned silly.
F*ck, isn’t this…
We have to hurry up and inform Sixth Master. If they bump into him, wouldn’t it be awkward?
Master Xu reached out to take off his sunglasses. “Are those people at the door from the Jing family?”
“It seems so.”
“Enemies are really bound to meet on a narrow road. It would be great if I could meet that brat Jing Hanchuan. I haven’t seen him in a long time. We can even have lunch together and…” He smiled. “… catch up.”
The woman beside him smiled helplessly. She felt that it was common for children to fight and bleed. She didn’t understand why her husband took it to heart and hated him for more than twenty years.
Actually, Jing Hanchuan knew to carry their daughter on his back to see a doctor back then.
At the very least, he was responsible and dared to take responsibility.
Xue Batian was indignant. “Return the red braised meat to me.”
The old and young started to snatch food again.
