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"Grandpa, did my dad tell you something?"

Zhan Yan guessed that the old man was referring to the incident involving Xiaoxi.

“Your father was waiting outside my door early this morning, and I just found out that Xiaoxi’s child was related to him.

You are all victims!

It is Tian Ma and Xiao Xi who have evil intentions! Therefore, you should not be the ones to bear the grievances and burdens.

I had always been struggling with the issue of whether or not Xiaoxi should be allowed to give birth to the two children.

But the essence is that Tian Ma and Xiao Xi are the instigators.

Grandpa has been confused for a while, but it’s not too late for him to wake up now, right? "

Mr. Zhan looked at Zhan Yan very seriously.

"Grandpa, I..."

"You have to agree to me quickly. You know that grandpa is forgetful now. He might change his mind later."

A joke from Mr. Zhan eased Zhan Yan and Wen Rao's nervousness.

He knew they were all worried about his health.

Xiao Yan would rather continue to be misunderstood and put his health first.

“Grandpa may not be clear-headed again in the future, but now, he has figured it out.

Xiaoyan, Raorao, I don’t know how long Grandpa will last. The future of the Zhan family depends on you.”

Grandpa Zhan's eyes were bright, and the look he gave them showed them infinite trust and support, as well as guilt towards Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan really wanted to cry at this moment.

I managed to hold it back again.

If he cried, it would be Grandpa and Raorao who would be sad.

One is the person he respects the most, and the other is the person he loves the most.

How could he bear to expose his vulnerability in front of them?

But even if he is not exposed, in their eyes, the kind of person he is will never change.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren snuggled together and talked for a while, then Zhan Yan and Wen Rao sent grandpa back to rest.

In the evening, Wen Rao took Jin Xi to the nearby night market, also hoping to find out some information.

Because the information received from the old man showed that the last place the child was seen was in this market.

The old man once wondered if he had been trafficked, or if he had been adopted out of luck.

But there was a stampede at the market that year, killing more than a dozen people, and the news showed that the child was among them.

But Mr. Zhan always believed that the child was still alive.

This night market is a market every five days during the day. Compared to the daytime market, there are much fewer people at night.

Wen Rao took Jin Xi and asked as they walked.

After walking down most of the street and preparing to turn into a fork in the road, I suddenly heard angry cursing and scolding coming from not far away.

"Get lost, you stinky beggar! Who told you to come here?"

"I'll beat you up every time you come!"

"You're still glaring at me? Are you tired of living?"

The other party spoke the local dialect mixed with Mandarin. Wen Rao roughly understood what he said and pulled Jin Xi in the direction of the voice.

I saw a dirty middle-aged beggar being surrounded and beaten by seven or eight young men.

"Jin Xi."

Wen Rao glanced at Jin Xi and signaled her to take action secretly.

Jin Xi understood, turned around, picked up a handful of pebbles, and while those people were not paying attention, threw them out.

Some hit the bridge of the nose, some hit the calves, and some went directly into the mouth.

"vomit!"

"Fuck! What is that?"

"Ouch! My nose!"

Soon, the few people who were hit covered their faces and shouted with their teeth bared.

The beggar took the opportunity to stand up, and the next moment instead of turning around and running away, he rushed straight towards Wen Rao and Jin Xi.