Everyone at the table looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.

After about two or three seconds, Wenman took the lead in breaking the silence, pinched his niece's cheek, and asked with a smile: "Why do you like that big brother?"

"Because he seems to be able to do magic." Wen Jin said seriously.

When Wenman heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and cry, and followed his niece's words: "How did he do magic?"

"Well, it's like this."

Wen Jin jumped off the chair and put on the dragon-tiger Tai Chi stance. Although the movements were quite immature, they were still impressive: "Many leaves are spinning around the big brother's body, and his whole body is glowing."

Wen Man and Wen Yanjun looked at each other.

If what Wen Jin said is true, then the other party is indeed a very powerful master.

Transformation energy is divided into three realms: the realm of refining, the realm of control, and the realm of transformation.

If you want to control external objects, you must control the realm.

And Mr. Zhong can affect things around the body just by the movement of his inner breath. His true strength is definitely far above the realm of imperial control, at least at the peak of Huajin, or even half-step Danjin.

Such strong men have already become famous all over the world, how can they remain unknown?

"Mr. Zhong is probably a pseudonym. He doesn't want to reveal his true identity in front of his second sister-in-law."

Wenman's eyes flashed with thought: "Second sister-in-law, although you don't remember what he looks like, you always remember his body shape and age, right?"

"Slender and tall, similar to your second brother, with short hair, calm and indifferent temperament, and unfathomable eyes."

Yan Xiaomin closed her eyes and thought for a while: "He looks very young, no more than twenty-five years old at most, but I am not sure. After all, it is easy for a martial arts master of that level to change his appearance."

After listening to Yan Xiaomin's narration, Wen Man's beautiful eyes gradually widened, and the appearance of Mr. Zhong was outlined in her mind, overlapping with a certain figure that she thought about day and night.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Wenman muttered to himself.

Yan Xiaomin suddenly became energetic: "Xiaoman, do you know Mr. Zhong?"

Wenman did not answer Yan Xiaomin's question immediately. Instead, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and handed a long-hidden photo to the latter.

The person in the photo is none other than Lin Chong. He is wearing black training clothes, with a sharp face and deep and cold eyes.

Due to the shooting angle, it is impossible to see the front clearly, but it highlights Lin Zhong's indifferent, detached, calm and calm temperament.

"That's him!" Yan Xiaomin blurted out.

"I want to see! I want to see!"

Wen Jin suddenly ran to Wen Man's side, stretched out his hands and muttered.

"What are you looking at?"

Wenman flicked his finger on the forehead of this little devil, then put away his phone, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

"Ouch!"

Wen Jin let out a cry of pain, covered his forehead, and pouted loudly: "I don't like you anymore!"

"Adults talk about things. Children, don't make trouble and stay quiet."

Wenman didn't buy it at all. Instead, he glared with beautiful eyes and threatened: "If you make trouble again, my aunt won't take you to eat her favorite strawberry ice cream next time."

As the saying goes, one thing is better than the other. As the little devil in the world, Wen Jintian is not afraid of anything, but he is controlled by this aunt.

Feeling the frustration, Wen Jin flattened her mouth and began to prepare for a tearful offensive.

Wenman said with a straight face: "Don't cry!"

Wen Jin was frightened by Wen Man, and she immediately withdrew her tears.

Her little mouth trembled, but she didn't cry after all. She crawled into Yan Xiaomin's arms like a wounded deer.

Yan Xiaomin felt a little distressed, but she understood that Wenman was right.

Wen Jin has been spoiled by the elders in the family and has become more and more naughty. If he is not disciplined now, he will definitely cause big trouble when he grows up.

However, Yan Xiaomin has a weak personality and a low status, so she does not dare to disobey the Wen family elders. As a father, Wen Yanjun is busy with the family business all day long and does not have much time to spend with his daughter.

Therefore, Weinman filled in the missing parts of the couple to some extent.

This was also the main reason why they stood aside and allowed Wenman to educate Wen Jin.

After Wen Jin's interruption and a few minutes of delay, the topic finally got back on track.

"Is Mr. Zhong a friend of Xiaoman's?" Yan Xiaomin asked curiously.

"Friends? That's right."

The corners of Wenman's delicate mouth twitched: "But his surname is not Zhong, but Lin."

"Forest?"

A flash of lightning flashed across Yan Xiaomin's mind, like an enlightenment, and she suddenly realized: "I remembered, he is His Excellency Lin Zhong of the Yanhuang Martial Alliance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanjun, who was having breakfast opposite, shook slightly and looked up at Wen Man.

Wenman smiled and said nothing.

Yan Xiaomin's whole body became excited.

The name Lin Zhong has long been a legend in the minds of countless warriors, even those with a weak personality like Yan Xiaomin are no exception.

"Why didn't I recognize Mr. Lin Zhong? I'm so stupid!"

Yan Xiaomin was extremely annoyed: "If I had recognized him earlier and left my contact information no matter what, would there be anyone more suitable to be Jin'er's master than him?"

Wen Yanjun put down the half-eaten toast, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Yan Xiaomin and said, "Xiaomin, are you sure the person you met in the park was Master Lin?"

"I'm sure!" Yan Xiaomin said firmly.

"How does Master Lin feel about Jin'er?"

"I can tell that he likes Jin'er very much."

Yan Xiaomin recalled the conversation with Lin Zhong and frowned: "It's just that when I revealed my intention to let Jin'er practice martial arts, Your Excellency Lin Zhong did not agree."

"Why?"

"Your Excellency Lin Zhong said that Jin'er is too young and it is harmful and useless to encourage others. We should wait until Jin'er grows up and then let her decide her own path in life."

Yan Xiaomin repeated Lin Zhong's words.

Wen Yanjun nodded and said: "Master Lin's opinion is very correct. I think so too. Jin'er is only five or six years old. We should not make decisions for her."

Yan Xiaomin opened her mouth but stopped talking.

"There are no outsiders here, so you can say whatever you want." Wen Yanjun said with a smile.

"Ever since I found out that Jin'er is a prodigy in martial arts, the old man has always wanted to find a good master for her. He even held a special master-finding banquet for this purpose."

Yan Xiaomin said helplessly: "How should we convince the old man?"

Wen Yanjun also fell silent immediately.

The old man Yan Xiaomin refers to is the current head of the Wen family, the father of Wen Yanjun and Wen Man, and the driving force behind Wen Jin's apprenticeship.

"Third sister, I helped you, now it's your turn to help me." Wen Yanjun suddenly said to Wen Man, who was watching the fire from across the bank.

"Let me persuade dad to change his mind?"

Wenman spread his hands and said: "However, he is very disgusted with me, an unfilial daughter who betrayed the family's interests and escaped from marriage privately. If I did that, I'm afraid it would be counterproductive."
Chapter completed!