Old Master laughed coldly. "All those who came knocking at our door, who didn't have any ulterior motive? Wang Qianyun, this name sounds familiar. Where did I hear it before?"
"She's Wang Juhuai's niece. Back then, before Wang Juhuai migrated to America, he was classmates with Xijin and would often come to our house to play with Xijin." Old Mrs. Han did remember him. "He is pretty close to Xijin."
"Right, after that, he followed his family to America. Every time I would go abroad for work, I always paid him a visit. Eventually, when I brought Zhuoli along too, I would also take Zhuoli along to visit him." Han Xijin frowned and suddenly remembered that every time he was there, Wang Qianyun happened to be there too.
He could clearly tell the motives of Wang Jugu and his family.
