At this time, at home.

The door was pushed open, sunlight came through the room and spilled into the room. As the door was closed, the room once again fell into darkness.

"Sir." A man in black walked quickly to the edge of the sofa, where he was sitting with a man whose face was not clear. He said respectfully, "The Zhu family's ink is inquiring about the young master's affairs."

"Oh? Has it anything to do with Xuan Er? Let's talk about it.

"He wanted to see the young master, and he also sent a post to him. He hoped Mr. Wang would give it a convenience."

"It's strange...