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When Zheng Xiao saw Wen Rao, his eyes sparkled like bright stars.

After the middle-aged woman took his daughter away, he ran to Wen Rao happily.

"Sister Wen Rao, are you here to see me?"

Wen Rao smiled and said, "I came here specifically... to see you all, and to see you by the way."

Wen Rao deliberately dragged out the sound.

Zheng Xiao's expression changed from surprise to disappointment, then to relief, and finally he smiled freely and brilliantly.

It seemed as if his life trajectory had completely changed.

"It doesn't matter. I'm happy just by chance."

Zheng Xiao no longer looks like the playboy he used to be.

He also started a serious relationship and pursued a female colleague in the public relations department.

But people don't like rich kids like him and have rejected him.

He was not discouraged and hung around in front of people every day, creating all kinds of crappy encounters.

"I brought you some food, just go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me."

Wen Rao saw that there were many people in the hall and signaled Zheng Xiao not to bother with her.

Zheng Xiao only comes two days a week, and the rest of the time he helps Zhuang Tao manage the fund projects.

Every time he came to volunteer, he was always busy, so he didn't bother to be polite with Wen Rao and turned around to get busy with the registration.

Wen Rao looked at Uncle Ni and Sister Sun who were all busy, as if she saw herself a few months ago.

Unfortunately, she couldn't return to work until she received the recovery notice from Ling Chen.

Although the new medicine is very effective, as long as she doesn't recover, her perception problems will be a time bomb and she will not be able to come back here.

However, seeing the changes in Zheng Xiao, she was not so disappointed anymore.

After returning home, she went to the study to find Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yangang had just gone to the bathroom when Wen Rao saw a document on his desk.

I just glanced at it casually, but was stunned when I saw the photo.

There is a photo in the information, and the woman in the photo is Tian Ma’s goddaughter Xiaoxi.

Below the photo was a hospital registration form, showing that Xiaoxi was four months pregnant with twins, and Zhan Yan's name was actually written in the column for the father of the children.

When Wen Rao was at a loss, Zhan Yan walked in.

“Raorao, stop looking, this woman is delusional.

I have already checked it out and sent her to a mental hospital.

As for whose baby she is pregnant with, it is still under investigation!

But it’s certainly not mine.”

Zhan Yan didn't expect that Wen Rao saw him when he went to the bathroom. He hurriedly explained to Wen Rao.

"Just check it out, I believe you.

By the way, in Enpei, we are going to follow the previously agreed plan and sell the information to the mortal enemy of the owner of the villa in Mian Country in the form of the M Country intelligence network.

As for Zhan Yao, I heard that the issue has been almost resolved. After a while, this matter will fade away and will not affect Zhan Yao's efforts too much."

Wen Rao didn't dwell on Xiaoxi's affairs anymore. If Xiaoxi had delusions, then it made sense for her to send those photos and text messages.

"Well, if everything goes well, we'll go to Cloud City next week."

Zhan Yan stood up and hugged Wen Rao. Just as he was about to talk about the arrangements for going to Yuncheng, the housekeeper knocked on the door and said that the old man wanted to see him.

"I'm going to see what Grandpa wants."

Zhan Yan kissed Wen Rao on the forehead and went to the old man’s study.

Wen Rao thought that the old man would ask Zhan Yan about his arrangements for going to Yuncheng, but within a few minutes, the old man's furious voice was heard from the study.

"The Zhan family is not yours to rule alone!

Raorao also has the right to know about this matter!

If you don't tell me, I'll be the bad guy!"

boom!

There was a muffled sound in the study, as if a chair was kicked to the ground.