The elevator is coming.
He asked casually, "I also know a few people from the hidden families. Boss, who is having dinner with us tonight? I might know him."
Qiao Nian also saw the elevator approaching, and looked at him when he heard it, then silently retracted his gaze, pulled down the brim of his hat with his hand, and said angrily: "No, you don't know him."
"???"
Why doesn't he recognize him
What if he knew him
Daji was quite depressed by her, but she thought of someone: "I heard that the royal family of the Kingdom of M is also here, you didn't make an appointment with John, did you?"
He knew that Qiao Nian had turned the royal family of the country of M upside down last time, but John was quite sensible and did not end up committing suicide with the Yu family.
Afterwards, they contacted him specifically and bought a batch of arms from him as an apology.
The other party is very good at dealing with people.
He thought Qiao Nian was talking about John.
He was about to say that he knew John.
The elevator has arrived.
Qiao Nian got on the elevator first.
Daji could only hold back what she was saying and go up with her.
**
The wind was very strong on the top floor, the night breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, and the sound of a violin was melodious and pleasant not far away.
Ye Wangchuan was chatting with Mr. Xue in a casual manner.
When Mr. Xue saw the servants of the Archbishop's house, he frequently looked in the direction of Xu Yi. When he saw Xu Yi walking away, he lowered his voice and asked, "I heard that the Archbishop invited a few guests to visit the Privy Council today. Are they them? Does this young man know the Archbishop?"
"Which one?"
Ye Wangchuan leaned back slightly, leaning on the sofa. Seeing that he was pretending to be confused, Mr. Xue pointed in the direction of Xu Yi: "Him. I think he looks a bit like..."
Qiao Nian's friend looks very much like Quentin when he was young, and is almost similar.
Ye Wangchuan interrupted him and raised his lips slightly: "When did Mr. Xue become so gossipy?"
The silver-haired old man was embarrassed by what he said. He covered his lips and drank a sip of water to moisten his throat before he tried to smooth things over and said, "I'm just asking. Of course, if you don't want to answer, forget it."
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were far-reaching, with shadows of floating ice in them. He put down the cup and reminded him meaningfully: "It's better for us to stay out of other people's family affairs, don't you agree?"
Mr. Xue has come this far, so he is not a man without means.
In fact, even if Ye Wangchuan didn't remind him, he would still check Xu Yi's background when he returned.
The appearance of the Archbishop's servant on the top floor tonight was the best proof that he had actually guessed Xu Yi's identity.
The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes. He never expected that there were so many hidden talents among the few ordinary friends of the Ji family's direct descendant who was stranded outside, and there was even such a person.
He himself hasn't thought too much about it.
Ye Wangchuan was already looking at him, and he spoke slowly: "He is my girlfriend's friend, so he is also my friend. Will Mr. Xue give me a favor and keep this secret for me?"
The silver-haired old man's heart moved, and he looked over, and was met with the man's eyes as deep as a well.
He was actually intimidated by the other party's momentum.
Fortunately, he did not lose focus for too long. In just a few seconds, he understood what Ye Wangchuan meant—Xu Yi was the person he wanted to protect.
He was very clear about the power behind Ye Wangchuan, and there was no need for him to make things unpleasant with Ye Wangchuan just for Xu Yi.
So he quickly came to his senses: "Of course."
Ye Wangchuan then retracted his gaze and smiled slightly, as if nothing had happened, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze blowing over the shore: "Thank you, Mr. Xue."
(End of this chapter)