Didu, Wenjia Manor, a black bmw drives past the main road.

A young man wearing half-framed glasses and a black windbreaker walked out of the car.

"Son-in-law."

A man who looked like a housekeeper seemed to have known that the young man was coming long ago, and he quickly met him with a smile on his face.

"Hello Uncle Xu."

Bai Xuan looked at the butler and greeted him.

"The master is in the study."

After taking Bai Xuan into the house, the butler immediately added and then stepped aside. He could see that the son-in-law didn't seem to be in a good mood today.

Bai Xuan had already changed into slippers and walked towards the study in memory.

"Dong, dun, dun."

Three rhythmic knocks sounded.

The door was opened from the inside.

Bai Xuan walked into the room and saw a man sitting in front of the desk.

"Uncle Wen."

Bai Xuan called out.

"Why did you think of coming today?"

With a gentle temperament between his eyebrows, Wen Hongtian raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him.

In most aspects, the young man in front of him meets his requirements.

"Zi Xin just got sick."

"What's going on?"

Hearing Bai Xuan's words, the warmth in Wen Hongtian's eyes disappeared, and instead he was a bit solemn. He knew very well that his daughter's body was not very good when she was a child, but it had improved a lot in recent years.

Besides, he didn't think Bai Xuan would come to Zhou Zixin because of a headache and fever.

"It's the same symptom as Aunt Zhou back then."

"Bang--"

Just after Bai Xuan finished saying that, the originally solid wood desk had several cracks in an instant.

The almost substantial murderous aura at that moment surprised Bai Xuan.

Although I had known that the man in front of me was extraordinary, it was the first time I saw him show this attitude.

But Bai Xuan would naturally not be scared.

"Zi Xin..."

"Zi Xin is fine, she has been cured."

Bai Xuan knew what Wen Hongtian was going to ask, so he would not neglect it.

"Are you treated...well?"

The murderous intent in Wen Hongtian's eyes had long disappeared, but that surprise could not be concealed at all.

Such ups and downs have not been seen in him for many years.

"My wife has studied this virus, so don't worry."

“…”

Hearing this sentence, Wen Hongtian fell into silence for a moment.

Bai Xuan could basically guess his idea.

If Zhou Huansu was ill and had Bai Xinyan's medicine, there might not have been any future events.

But these things are obviously irreversible.

Bai Xuan just waited quietly for Wen Hongtian to recover his emotions.

He sat on the sofa in front of Wen Hongtian, and his eyes were constantly changing in his eyes as the man sitting at the desk.

After a while, the man's gentle face finally softened.

"It's fine."

He raised his eyes and showed a self-deprecating smile.

"I'll let you laugh at my uncle."

"Uncle Wen doesn't need to worry about human feelings."

Bai Xuan seemed to be using his calmness to calm Wen Hongtian's emotions.

"You boy, you don't look like a twenty-year-old young man at all."

"Uncle Wen is not like a person in his fifties either."

"Are you here to flatter me today?"

“…”

It is rare that Wen Hongtian also jokes, but Bai Xuan is a little strange, but he obviously has something to ask Wen Hongtian to find out today.

"I know what you're asking."

This time, before Bai Xuan could speak, Wen Hongtian looked at him and showed a somewhat relieved expression.

"But Uncle Wen has been preparing for your Aunt Zhou's affairs for many years."

Bai Xuan was stunned.

His lips were slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something.

"You don't have to worry about our generation's affairs."

Hearing this sentence, Bai Xuan finally nodded.

Wen Hongtian didn't want him to intervene, and he was not incomprehensible.

"Grandpa should know about Aunt Zhou, right?"

Bai Xuan said this without any thoughts, but the man at the desk laughed silently.

"Didn't he tell you?"

At least until now, there are only the old man from the Zhou family who can make Bai Xuan call him grandfather.

So Wen Hongtian was not surprised.

"Qinlan went to see his grandfather. I thought Uncle Wen knew more."

"He won't tell Qinlan either."

Wen Hongtian leaned on the back of the chair, with a smile of care on his face.

"What he wants to say has long been said."

Bai Xuan was silent.

But suddenly raised his eyes.

"At the time, Xue family, Xuan Wei's father..."

After saying only half of the sentence, Bai Xuan found that the aura of the man in front of him fluctuated a little again.

The calm mood in the past was completely in chaos today.

Bai Xuan didn't ask any further because the man had closed his eyes.

But then, he looked at Bai Xuan with some difficulty in understanding.

"How did you meet that girl from the Xue family?"

"I'm her teacher."

"real?"

"real."

Bai Xuan nodded.

He didn't expect that Wen Hongtian wouldn't believe it.

"I thought you and her were senior brothers."

Wen Hongtian said this and Bai Xuan understood.

But Xue Xuanwei is indeed not Bai Huiyin's student.

In fact, he is not Bai Huiyin's student either.

The relationship between the two is even more complicated.
To be continued...