The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 3: Tricked
Yan Sanhe was left alone in the cold main hall of Xie's Mansion, and no one even brought her a cup of hot tea.

Xie Daozhi's power was quite impressive.

An hour later.

The lights outside the yard turned on, and someone walked into the main hall with hands behind his back. It was Xie Daozhi.

Just as Yan Sanhe had imagined, this man had a good appearance. Even if he had gray hair and a beard, he could not hide his noble aura.

Yan Sanhe walked up to him and nodded slightly.

Xie Daozhi walked past her expressionlessly, lifted his robe and sat down.

Seeing Yan Sanhe standing still, Manager Xie scolded: "Miss Yan, why don't you be polite when you see my master?"

salute?

Yan Sanhe raised his eyebrows, turned around slowly, and walked to the other side of the Eight Immortals table under Xie Daozhi's eyes.

Shi Shiran sat down.

"Bold!"

"how?"

Yan Sanhe raised his head slightly, "Are the chairs in your Xie Mansion a decoration?"

Manager Xie almost choked to death at these words.

He was about to curse again when suddenly Xie Daozhi looked over with a heavy gaze. The curse rolled in his throat and he could only swallow it alive.

The air suddenly solidified.

After a long time, Xie Daozhi raised his eyelids and finally glanced at Yan Sanhe without saltiness.

"Is your surname Yan?"

"Yes."

"Where did it come from?"

"Yunnan Prefecture, Fugong County."

"Why did you come all the way to see me?"

Yan Sanhe leaned over and looked at Xie Daozhi's profile, "I'm here for Yan Xing!"

As expected.

Xie Daozhi sneered in his heart, "What is your relationship with Yan Xing?"

"Dear ones."

"What kind of relative?"

"I call him Grandpa."

"how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Yan Xing, he..."

Xie Daozhi tapped his fingers on the table, "What's wrong?"

Yan Sanhe still looked at him, "He passed away a month and a half ago."

died?

Xie Daozhi's tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly, and he covered his lips and coughed, "But it's the end of his life?"

Yan Sanhe: "Birth, old age, illness and death are considered the end of life."

Xie Daozhi frowned slightly.

These words should not come from the mouth of a 17-year-old girl, she is too old!
"What words did he leave for me before he died?"

"Nothing." "What does he want me to do?"

"No explanation."

The false gentleness in Xie Daozhi's eyes suddenly faded away, and he instinctively showed a vigilance as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yan Xing was speechless and fine. Why did his granddaughter come to him?
He slowly stroked his beard and said in a persuasive tone: "I have met him a few times, but we are not very familiar with him."

Yan Sanhe still looked at him, but his eyes darkened.

"Have you only met him a few times?"

"Could this officer be lying to you?"

Yan Sanhe gently bit out two words, "Tricked."

"presumptuous!"

Xie Daoyi slapped the table, furious.

Subconsciously, he wanted to call someone in to take care of this stupid thing, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Sanhe suddenly stand up.

She walked up to Xie Daozhi and met his eyes.

Xie Daozhi felt his heart skip a beat.

"You can't be presumptuous, but you have to be presumptuous."

Yan Sanhe's voice was calm, "Thank you Daozhi, your surname was Yan, and you were called Yan Xing's father."

Father? !
When 48-year-old Xie Daozhi heard these two words, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed.

"Who in the world doesn't know that I thank Daozhi. His father died when he was only one and a half years old, and he was raised by his widowed mother. Don't talk nonsense!"

Yan Sanhe was about to speak when he saw Xie Daozhi's face darken.

"The fact that you are able to talk to me now is because of our close relationship. Otherwise... you might not even be able to get in through the door of Xie's Mansion."

Yan Sanhe's pupils shrank suddenly.

She expected that things would not be easy this time, but she did not expect that Xie Daozhi would speak so harshly.

"Come on!"

Manager Xie, who was so frightened by Yan Sanhe's words that his blood ran cold, ran over and said, "Master?"

Xie Daozhi said sternly: "Arrange Miss Yan to stay one night, and ask the accountant to pay her 1000 taels of silver tomorrow morning."

1000 two?

Manager Xie was surprised, "Sir, so many?"

Xie Daozhi's expression was slightly disgusting, "She comes from Yunnan Province. It's not easy to enter the capital. She probably won't have the chance to come again in the future."

"Yes!"

"Thanks……"

"Miss Yan!"

Xie Daoli's voice was as deep as iron, and his eyes were as sharp as swords.

"This! This! Is! Thank you! Mansion!"

With just five words, the aura of the superior person is revealed.

Yan Sanhe gritted his teeth hard and pushed back the words that came to his lips.

Xie Daozhi still had the second half of the sentence left unspoken——

"I can't tolerate your presumptuousness!"

(End of this chapter)