Jiang Yuxi smiled slightly, shook her head gently, looked at the backpack at the head of the bed, took it on her back, and said politely.

"No need, Uncle Wu, I'll go back now. Thank you for your kindness of saving you today, goodbye!"

As she said that, Jiang Yuxi walked towards the door. When she walked out of the room, she turned around and looked at the room. This was the place where she was reborn. If she had the chance, she would definitely come here again.

Seeing that Jiang Yuxi said so, Old Wu did not force himself to stay and followed him out of the room.

Only then did Jiang Yuxi realize how big Zhulan House is, not only big, but also an ancient architecture. If she hadn't been sure that she was just reborn, rather than traveling through time, she would have thought that she had traveled to an ancient era, such a large villa, could not see any modern atmosphere.

The antique ornaments and the solid wood sofa in the living room are full of traces of time. At first glance, there are old objects of the years and years. Looking at the calligraphy and painting plaques hanging on the wall, although Jiang Yuxi is not an expert in the antique industry, she has been influenced by her grandfather since she was a child and knows a little about these antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

Jiang Yuxi recognized a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging at the entrance of the living room at the end of the living room. It was the original work of Yan Zhenqing, a master of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty. It was also one of her grandfather’s favorite calligraphers. In the Ji family’s old house, she also collected a pair of Yan Zhenqing’s calligraphy, but compared with the one in front of her, it seemed much smaller.

Jiang Yuxi stood in the living room and looked at the villa again. Just where she looked, she could see four or five antiques. These antiques were priceless, especially the Doucai Chicken Cowl placed on an antique shelf, which was ruled out for hundreds of millions of dollars in a dozen years.

Zhulanju, this mysterious private villa is also a place known to everyone in Haicheng, but no one has entered it in person. Jiang Yuxi was curious before, but he didn't expect that such a place with some paradise had so many ancient monuments.

Jiang Yuxi suddenly became very curious about the owner of this villa. Look at Uncle Wu and then look at the servants who had just passed by. They were definitely not something that ordinary housekeeping companies could train. Jiang Yuxi suddenly looked forward to meeting the owner here.

"Uncle Wu, thank you for your help. To express your gratitude, can I let the owner of this place meet and personally thank you?"

Jiang Yuxi asked tentatively that the mysterious part of Zhulanju is not only that outsiders are not allowed to enter, but even the more mysterious part is that no one knows the identity of the owner of this villa, and no one even knows when Zhulanju will be built.

Old Wu was stunned, then shook his head and said apologetically.

"Miss Jiang, sorry, my master never sees outsiders. I will convey your thanks. The car has been arranged and is in the yard. Please here."

As he said that, Lao Wu made a call, and a trace of loss flashed across Jiang Yuxi's face. He could only follow Lao Wu silently and walk towards the door.

When passing the stairs, Jiang Yuxi subconsciously looked upstairs. Perhaps the owner of Zhulanju was in a room upstairs, but looking at Zhulanju's style, he probably was a strange old man with a strange temper. Forget it, it would be fine if he didn't see him.

A black Bentley was parked in the yard. Seeing this, Jiang Yuxi sighed again. The owner of this place was indeed so proud that she had arranged a car to take her away. It was a blessing that she had seen the world. Otherwise, she would have been so scared that she would not dare to get in the car.

Jiang Yuxi got into the car and said thank you to Lao Wu when the door was closed.

The car slowly drove out of Zhulanju. Old Wu watched the car drive out thirty or forty meters before turning back to the villa and going directly to the second floor.

The man stood on the balcony on the second floor, watching the black car driving out of the villa, with a calm expression, then lowered his head and began to flip through the books in his hand.

"Master, that child has left. By the way, she is Miss Sun of Haicheng Qingtian Group, named Jiang Yuxi. She asked me to convey her gratitude to you."

The man listened lightly without a trace of expression. He flipped through the page of the book in his hand and then said quietly.

"Who she is has nothing to do with me."

Old Wu seemed to have expected the man to say this long ago, without any surprise, but afterwards, he frowned slightly and hesitated again and again.

The man raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and asked coldly.

"There's something else?"

"Master, this time Dongdu came to Haicheng to discuss cooperation, and Qingtian Group is also on the list of invitations."

After hearing this, the man put the books in his hand aside. This time he raised his head and looked at Lao Wu with a cold face for two or three seconds. Such a gaze was enough to make Lao Wu frightened. After that, the man finally spoke.

"Old Wu, I forgot what I said. I don't need to ask how the Mo family's career develops, and I don't need to know. Also, you are just my person, don't worry about the Mo family's affairs."

"Yes, I'm crossing the distance."

"Go out if you have nothing to do!"

After saying that, the man picked up the books beside him again and looked down quietly.

Old Wu glanced at the man and finally walked out of the room. But after a few minutes, Old Wu walked in again, and this time his expression was not as calm as before.

"Master, Mo Zikun is here."

"He, is the Mo family who came to Haicheng this time Mo Jingzhou?"

"It should be true that the third young master has not been reused over the years. Since Young Master Zikun was taken back, the old man has planned to promote the Third Young Master's house. I guess the matter in Haicheng is handled well this time, and the Third Young Master will be able to enter the board of directors when he returns."

Lao Wu said that the man in front of him should be Mo Jingzhou's younger brother in terms of seniority, but Lao Wu has always been very curious. When Mr. Mo brought this man back, they were called father and son, but they never asked him to call him the other three sons and brothers. Instead, they asked the three sons to respect and respect the man in front of him.

He used to be the driver of Mr. Mo. It was also from that year that he became the driver and assistant of this man. Mr. Mo asked him to call this man by his master, which was eight years.

After hearing this, the man still looked dull, as if these things had nothing to do with him. In fact, these things did have nothing to do with him. It was just that Mo Zikun suddenly appeared, and the man was a little disgusted.

"Let him leave."
Chapter completed!