"What kind of thing?" Feng Jiu looked at him and asked.
"It's their family, of course! In the Zhuo clan, although his father is the eldest son, he was miserable and treated like a collateral relative. He was suppressed everywhere by his second uncle. As for his grandmother, although she is still alive, she has been living in seclusion because of poor health and didn't take care of things. The boy and his family are just like little weeds in the Zhuo family. Otherwise, the boy won't be with me."
Feng Jiu was surprised. "Is there such a thing?" Her mind moved. "Is his father perhaps..." She had something to ask but felt that it didn't seem very good.
"Do you want to ask if his father is not the blood of the Zhuo family?" The old man stroked his beard and squinted with a smile. "In fact, the old man doesn't inquire about things related to their family bloodline. So I really don't know much about it. If you want to know, you can inquire about it yourself."
