On the other end, Xi Muchen silently put down the phone. Unconsciously, he rubbed his temples a little tiredly. He silently accompanied the promise for one night, and the promise still echoed in his mind, and the promise unconsciously sounded a faint "Xi Muchen". He clutched the cup in front of him tightly, his joints white. Then he closed his eyes. He exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

But his heart still couldn't calm down, and he didn't smoke much, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket at this time. He frantically pulled one out of it, and then pulled a lighter out of the drawer. In the gray light, the cigarette was lit. Suddenly, a small red lit up.

Smoky.

The smoke and ashes scattered all over the ground.

By the time he finished his second cigarette, he finally calmed down. That's when a phone call came in.

"Jingle bell—" The crisp sound of the bell made his heart, which had just calmed down, not feel irritable again. But when he saw the source, he could only suppress the unhappiness in his heart and pick it up.

It was Uncle Mao, the housekeeper of the main house, who called.

"Hey—" a muffled breath.

"Young Master. I'm sorry to call you so presumptuously. But the old lady has prepared a banquet for you, and I hope you will come to it when the time comes. "Uncle Mao has been crawling in the main house for decades before he has achieved the position of the head of the Xi family's main house. How tactful he is, you can tell a thing or two from the moment he opens his mouth. In and out of the words, it is completely impossible to let him refuse.

Still using the old lady to pressure him? This Uncle Mao has been a lot bolder lately? Relying on the trust of the old lady, he knows how many unsightly things he has done for her!

He snorted, "Understood." ”

Then, he hung up the phone angrily. rushed out of Bauhinia without looking back and set off towards the Xi family's old house. The rumbling of the car kicked up a puff of ash. The road has been cleaned up by Uncle Cha, and it is naturally much smoother to drive.

The Xi family has always been one of the best families, I heard that they started doing business at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and later in World War II, the ancestors of the Xi family made a windfall and carried forward the entire family business. However, after World War II, I was plagued by various factors inside and outside the industry, and I couldn't help but move the family business abroad.

With the transmission of the Xi family's incense from generation to generation, it finally took root abroad. It's just that domestic enterprises have been in decline since then. Since Xi Muchen's grandfather, the Xi family has gradually returned to China from China to develop. It was naturally difficult at first, but under the care of Xi's father, some obstacles were cleared. But all kinds of intricate forces still cause trouble to the Xi family.

And Xi Muchen, as the heir of the Xi family, naturally has the responsibility to sweep away the people and things that are unfavorable to the Xi family one by one.

In this way, Xi Muchen quickly returned to the Xi family's main house.

The main house is also far away from the city, and only a few elderly people live there, but it is also quite clean. The architectural style has elements of the Qing Dynasty palace in it, and it is calm and atmospheric from the outside. The dragon hovered, majestic beyond desecration.

A few staggered ginkgo trees in front of the door have some history at a glance.

Xi Muchen didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the old mansion, and entered the door with a frown. The vermilion lacquered door slowly opened and closed again. Echoes echoed among the mountains. Melodious and far-reaching.

He didn't stay in the main hall for too long, and walked directly through the path to the Buddhist temple in the depths. This is specially funded by the old lady, and when people are old, they will be like this.

The temple is built on a back hill, and it takes a certain amount of time to walk there. At this time, he couldn't help but think about what the old lady had called over in such a hurry. Presumably, it has something to do with that......