The question and answer session suddenly stopped.

Wen Xiao was asking. Listening to the silence of the two people, he looked at them suspiciously.

One of them was sweating on his forehead, obviously trying to stop himself from saying the next words.

"If you have something to say, how bad it is to hold it," said Wen Xiao in a soft voice, but inexplicably with a smell of bewitchment. "When you say it, I'll leave you a life and send you to live in anonymity. Whether it's your master or the Fang family, they won't find you."

The man clenched his teeth and said, "I once heard the Fang family mention that they want to replace the white family, and they have made preparations everywhere in the white family. As soon as the Bai family's ancestors die and the Fang family, who has the closest relationship with the white family, can take over the control of the white family. They also said that this is only the first step, and then they are ready to start against the Lu family."

Wen Xiao pondered for a moment and asked, "are there any monks from the Fang family?"

"I don't know."

Wen Xiao asked almost everything she should have asked. She waved her hand, and the two tightly bound people on the ground suddenly fainted.

"Apart from the two of them, there should be eight similar dead men," Wen Xiao said to the words he had just put away his mobile phone. "It's not too late. Let's go and tell Mr. Bai about it so that he can plan as soon as possible."

Yanyu looked at Wen Xiao's green and black color at the moment, and his heart was inexplicably blocked.

"I'll send you the recording. You can have a good rest and keep your spirits up. You can continue to treat people tomorrow." Yanyu suddenly grabbed Wen Xiao who was going out, gently touched the top of her hair, and looked at the unknown emotion in her eyes. "Mr. Bai is a smart man. After hearing the recording, he naturally knows what to do. Don't worry."

Wen Xiao blinked, whispered, "then come back early", and then slammed the door shut.

Yanyu smiled helplessly and turned to the yard where old Mr. Bai lived.

Wen Xiao in the house buried himself in the quilt. His cheeks were red and his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. His eyes were shining. How could he be sleepy.

Beauty is wrong

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Old Mr. Bai was dragged out of his bed in the middle of the night and said that when Yanyu came to him, he was very upset for fear that something might happen to his father.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to the meeting room, followed by the same old housekeeper.

"Don't worry, old gentleman. Everything is fine. I have something else to tell the old gentleman." Yanyu knows that he misunderstood his intention by looking at his flustered appearance.

He paused, looked at Mr. Bai and said word by word, "just now, about 1 a.m., two assassins broke into the place where Wen Xiao and I lived, with the intention of assassinating us. Fortunately, we were ready to catch the two people. After questioning, we got some important news. Because the matter was very important, we rashly asked for a meeting late at night..."

"Are you two hurt?" Mr. Bai said anxiously instead of impatiently, "is Wen Xiaoyou okay? But surprised? It's my fault. I should have thought of it..."

Yanyu looked at the real color of guilt on his face, nodded secretly in his heart, and his voice was much better.