Then he took the burden from a young man and stood up silently.


    Xiang Xing saw that she looked at the house as if she had been nostalgic for the last time.


    Then, under the escort of a group of people, they left the Grand Courtyard slowly.


    Until the man took a group of people and backed out of the yard with countless belongings.


    Finally, two white seals were affixed to the building materials factory.


    The moment the man turned around, Xiang Xing suddenly saw the face.


    Although there are only a few wrinkles, it looks like it''s only 40 years old.


    But the familiar face suddenly stunned the little guy.


    Then, the picture suddenly surged forward like a tide.


    Until Xiang Xing trembled suddenly, everything in front of him returned to reality.


    A faint sense of powerlessness quickly spread all over her body, making her shake and immediately tilt back.


    Fortunately, a bosom that had been attentive for a long time suddenly circled around at the moment and safely received her in her arms.


    The powerful arms were subconsciously tightened.


    What lingered in my ears was a hoarse, low voice with deep concern: "are you okay?"


    "... well."


    The little guy took a deep breath and nodded gently.


    Instead of getting up immediately, he leaned slightly and shrunk into the warm and explanatory arms.


    Soft eyes squint gently.


    “……”


    Seeing her move like this, Wu Chen couldn''t help but be stunned again.


    He thought for a while and sat down on the ground so that she could sit on her legs and lean more comfortably.


    After a long pause, he suddenly continued to ask, "what do you see?"


    "... I saw several people."


    Xiang Xing whispered and rubbed in his arms.


    Suddenly, he raised his small head with a tiger''s head, and his soft eyes were very serious. He was staring at his light gray eyes.


    Pink lips moved. "There are grandpa Murong, Grandpa Murong''s grandmother, and many young guys... And, a middle-aged man."


    "The middle-aged man came with a group of people and checked the building materials factory."


    She said, suddenly paused, could not help but tilt her small head and asked, "guess who he is?"


    “……”


    Wu Chen pondered for a moment.


    His eyes shook slightly, "Zhu Yuan?"


    And I''m afraid he was the only one who could personally lead the team to copy the family in Qinghe city.


    Thinking, the man couldn''t help laughing. But he shook his head, "so Murong Ye met Zhu Yuan when he was a child, but he forgot."


    "Well, not only that."


    Xiang Xing blinked her soft eyes, raised her scallion like fingers and gently shook them for a few times.


    He continued, "I found that Grandpa Murong''s grandmother should have known old man Zhu Yuan very early."


    "And I hate him very much, or hate him."


    Although she doesn''t know why.


    But Grandma Murong''s disgusting eyes, which flashed by, seemed to be deeply engraved in her heart, which she couldn''t ignore.


    Intuition told Xiang Xing that the seized building materials factory, grandma Murong and Zhu Yuan must have something to do with naluo Qingya.


    In order to prove this, the little guy pursed his lips. Suddenly, he seemed to make up his mind and earned a man''s arms.


    "I have to look forward."


    She raised her soft eyes and looked at Wu Chen with certainty.


    Wu Chen suddenly narrowed her eyes and seemed dissatisfied: "do you want to see it twice a night?"