She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Zhan glanced at the driver and quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

The driver saw several people inside and had an idea of ​​what was going on.

As soon as he went out, he whispered to the second master who was waiting downstairs: "The people in the private room look very important. They agreed to share the table, but I saw that the food on the table was almost finished."

Erye moved his fingers: "It's so cold, it's normal for people not to want to leave the box."

After successfully sharing the table, the young man went upstairs again with a plate of snacks in his hand.

"This is our own specialty, you can try it."

This appetizer is free.

The boss is very good at doing business.

It's called sharing a table, but in fact we didn't sit at a big table.

The young man moved the table away, brought in another table, and set it up.

Even if we got a private room.

Over there, the Second Master came in and nodded to Yan Zhan and the others.

"I'm sorry to bother you guys."

When the old man saw the man coming into the room wearing big sunglasses, he didn't want to greet him.

Just nodded.

Yan Zhan unexpectedly started a conversation with the other party: "Excuse me, are you here to sweep the grave as well?"

The second master paused while drinking tea and said, "It's not just about sweeping the graves. I heard that this area has good feng shui, so I wanted to take the opportunity to find a grave for myself."

Buying a cemetery for yourself is actually not new. Rich people often do this.

Just like the ancient emperors built imperial tombs for themselves.

"Sir, you don't look like a local." Why did you come here to choose a cemetery?

"I'm back to my roots. I used to live abroad."

The Second Master took another sip of tea and then spoke.

The two of them chatted back and forth, and it was quite lively.

This second master seemed to be in the antique business. He loved adventure when he was young and had an auction house abroad.

I am returning to China now to visit my relatives.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to say more, Yan Zhan stopped talking.

But he was not a particularly curious person, so the way he talked to others made people feel puzzled.

It was not until the mountain road was cleared again and the two groups separated that Yan Zhentian could not help but look at Yan Zhan.

"What's the matter? Are you so curious about me?"

As a result, after a long time, not even a name was found.

Just an English name.

"I just saw his car heading towards the Yan family cemetery."

The old man, who was sitting in the back seat, almost stood up: "What did you say?"

Without waiting for Yan Zhan to answer, the old man shook his head.

"Impossible. The Yan family has always been small and has no other distant relatives."

There are no foreign ones either.

"Maybe they just went there to check out the Feng Shui." Yan Zhan didn't say anything definite.

The figure of that man appeared in Yan Zhentian's mind.

"Arong, what did you want to tell me when you came downstairs before?"

The butler was suddenly asked, and was stunned for a moment before he said, "I just wanted to say that the back of that gentleman looked familiar."

The back view, does it look familiar?

Yan Zhentian frowned.

"Like who?"

The butler said nothing.

Today is the day for tomb-sweeping, and he doesn't want to mention anything that would make the old man sad.

"No one, maybe I saw it wrong."

The matter was just revealed.

But when the old man returned, he felt listless and unwell for several days.

Starting from the second day of the Chinese New Year, people started coming to pay New Year's greetings one after another.

There are even some who used to have a good relationship with the eldest and second oldest children in the family.

They come every year and always express the same thing.

Although the eldest and second oldest sons are no longer around, they still treat the old man like their own father and are filial to him.

By the way, I also want to see Manshu.