Summoning the Crown of the Elf

Although I already knew that the man in front of me was extraordinary, but it was the first time I saw him showing such a gesture.

But Bai Xuan naturally wouldn't be frightened.

"Zixin, she..."

"Zixin is fine, she has been cured."

Bai Xuan knew what Wen Hongtian wanted to ask, so naturally he would not neglect it.

"Cure... well?"

The murderous intent in Wen Hongtian's eyes had long since disappeared, but the surprise could not be concealed at all.

Such ups and downs of emotional changes have not been seen in him for many years.

"My wife has studied this virus, so don't worry."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Hongtian fell silent for a while.

Bai Xuan could basically guess what he was thinking.

If Zhou Huansu had had Bai Xinyan's medicine when Zhou Huansu was ill, maybe there would be no future.

But these things obviously cannot be reversed either.

Bai Xuan just quietly waited for Wen Hongtian to recover.

Sitting on the sofa in front of Wen Hongtian, he looked at the man sitting at the desk with constantly changing emotions in his eyes.

After a while, the man's gentle and jade-like face finally softened.

"It's fine."

He raised his eyes and showed a self-deprecating smile.

"Let you see uncle's joke."

"It's human nature, Uncle Wen doesn't have to worry about it."

Bai Xuan seemed to be calming Wen Hongtian's emotions with his own calmness.

"You boy, you don't look like a twenty-year-old youth at all."

"Uncle Wen doesn't look like someone in his fifties."

"Are you here to flatter me today?"

"..."

It was rare for Wen Hongtian to joke around, Bai Xuan was a little surprised, but he obviously had something serious to ask Wen Hongtian for clarification today.

"I know what you're asking."

This time, before Bai Xuan could speak, Wen Hongtian looked at him with a somewhat relieved expression.

"But about your Aunt Zhou, Uncle Wen has been preparing for many years."

Bai Xuan was stunned.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"You don't need to worry about the things of our generation."

Hearing these words, Bai Xuan finally nodded.

Wen Hongtian didn't want him to intervene, and it wasn't impossible for him to understand.

"Grandpa should know about Aunt Zhou, right?"

Bai Xuan's words were thoughtless, but the man in front of the desk couldn't help but laugh.

"Didn't he tell you?"

The one who can make Bai Xuan call grandpa, at least until now, is the old man of the Zhou family.

So Wen Hongtian was not surprised.

"Qin Lan went to see Grandpa, I thought Uncle Wen knew a little more."

"He won't tell Qinlan either."

Wen Hongtian leaned on the back of the chair with a pityful smile on his face.

"What he wants to say, he has already said."

Bai Xuan was silent.

But suddenly raised his eyes.

"Back then, the Xue family, Xuanwei's father..."

After only saying half a sentence, Bai Xuan noticed that the man's aura fluctuated a bit.

The calm state of mind in the past is completely chaotic today.

Bai Xuan didn't ask any more questions because the man had already closed his eyes.