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Chapter 5 Who's Tired of Living?

Yan Zile glanced at her and replied, "It's seven o'clock!"

"What?" Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes widened immediately, and her whole body became more awake, "It's seven o'clock?!"

Rely on!
She had to rush back to school at eight o'clock, and the instructor demanded that today's final project must be finalized. How could there be time?

Seeing that she was still sitting on the bed, Yan Zile thoughtfully took out the clothes from the closet and handed them to her.

Yan Xiaoxiao looked at the full set of clothes he had prepared for her, and glared at him angrily: "Yan Zile, didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to match me with clothes casually in the future!" Especially underwear and panties... …

"If your taste is better, why do I need to use my brain?" Yan Zile rolled her eyes and calculated the time for her, "Mama, why don't you hurry up? It takes four or ten minutes to get to your school by bus from here, wait for the bus It takes 10 minutes, which means you only have 10 minutes to wash up."

The implication is that she has no time to pick and choose clothes.

"Shift!" After swearing a modified version of swear words, Yan Xiaoxiao quickly jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

When Yan Xiaoxiao walked out of the bathroom, her whole person changed completely.

The chicken nest head, which was originally shiny and shiny, has been washed, and some wet hair ends hang down on the shoulders.Without any skin care products on the face, the skin is supple and fair.

She was wearing a black T-shirt over a plaid shirt.The washed white jeans on the legs modified her legs to be thinner and straighter.With light-colored canvas shoes, she looks like a youthful middle school student.

"Yan Zile, your taste isn't much better!" Looking at the full-length mirror at the entrance of the living room, Yan Xiaoxiao commented very dissatisfied.

"Of course you have to look like a student when you go to school!" Yan Zile held a large backpack and handed it to her, "I've put all your thesis manuscripts in it, don't run red lights when crossing the road, don't miss a stop on the bus, and be sure to go early at night return."

"Got it! Long-winded!" After Yan Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she rushed out of the house with her schoolbag.

"Oh, there's really nothing I can do about this woman." Yan Zile watched her rushing down the stairs, picked up her small schoolbag, locked the wooden door and set foot on the way to the kindergarten.

The way this mother and son get along is very strange. Sometimes it is really hard to tell who is the adult and who is the child.

Tang's private villa.

"How is it?" In the living room, Tang Zhelin watched Tang Bing walk in, and immediately asked, "Is there any news from the Executor?"

"They said that the scepter was probably stolen by people from Qianmen, and they are now sending people to secretly track it down." Tang Bing truthfully reported the news from the Executor.

"Thousands?" Tang Zhelin didn't know much about these mysterious organizations in Jianghu, and frowned suspiciously, "What is it?"

"I just heard it mentioned by others. It is said that Qianmen has a history of hundreds of years. Qianmen specializes in cultivating thieves who are skilled in stealing. There is no place in the world that they can't go to, let alone something they can't steal. Five years ago, Qianmen disappeared from the Jianghu completely overnight, and they did not expect that their first vote to come back from the Jianghu would be on the Tang family." Tang Bing's understanding of Qianmen is also very limited, and he can only tell what he knows Tell him all about it.

In fact, the news that the Executor sent to them was completely made up by Night Breeze according to his master's request.

Qianmen was wiped out by Chu Heng five years ago, but Chu Heng's actions were secretive, and Qianmen always kept a low profile, so almost no one in Jianghu knew about it.

The disciples of Qianmen are all skilled at stealing, and it is very appropriate to give the blame for the stolen scepter to Qianmen who no longer exists.

However, Night Breeze didn't know that he had hit on the truth by mistake.The scepter was indeed stolen by the descendant of Qianmen, even though this 'little' descendant was only five years old.

Tang Zhelin clenched his fists and said viciously: "Let the Executor find out the people from Qianmen as soon as possible! Dare to reach out to the Tang family, I think they are tired of their jobs!"

"Who is tired of work?" With a loud and full of voice, a middle-aged man walked towards them with steady steps.

"dad."

"Father."

Tang Zhelin and Tang Bing yelled at him at the same time, their panic could not be concealed in their respectful tones.

Tang Shunming had a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.He was in his early fifties, except for his gray temples, he was well maintained, and his facial features could still tell that he was handsome when he was young.

Three steps away from him, the butler stood respectfully.

"En." Tang Shunming nodded, his eyes swept over the faces of the two of them, "What are you discussing?"

"Father, we..."

"Dad!" Tang Zhelin was afraid that he would tell about the loss of his scepter, so he quickly interrupted him and changed the subject, "Didn't you say you would come back next week?"

"The matter was finished ahead of time." Tang Shunming took off his coat while speaking, and the butler behind him immediately stepped forward to take the coat with both hands, "You two continue to chat, I'll go to the basement."

Hearing this, Tang Zhelin and Tang Bing's expressions changed immediately.

"Father! You're too tired to come back from such a long distance, why don't you eat first." Tang Zhelin stopped in front of him nervously.

"I'm not hungry yet."

"Eat as much as you're not hungry, I'll let the kitchen prepare it." Tang Zhelin didn't give way.

Seeing his abnormal reaction, Tang Shunming touched the two mustaches on his lips, his eyes flashed, and he immediately realized something: "Did something happen in the basement?"

"No!" Tang Zhelin denied it flatly, smiling to hide his guilty conscience, "Dad, you really know how to joke, how could something happen in the basement?"

Tang Shunming knew this son very well. Hearing him say this clearly confirmed his guess.

"Tang Bing, tell me! What happened while I was away?" Tang Shunming knew that his son would never be able to ask the question, so he turned to look at his adopted son.

Tang Bing glanced at Tang Zhelin, lowered his head and replied truthfully: "Father, a treasure was stolen from the basement yesterday."

Hearing this, Tang Shunming's heart sank, and he asked nervously, "Which treasure is it?"

"...Pharaoh's scepter."

Before Tang Bing finished speaking, Tang Shunming turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance to the basement.

When he saw the empty sandalwood box in the basement, Tang Shunming asked his son with a livid face, "Please explain to me, what happened?"

Tang Zhelin still felt baffled, he really didn't understand why the old man considered the scepter more important than his own lifeblood.

"Dad, our family is so rich, even if we lose one or two antiques, it's just a drop in the bucket."

(End of this chapter)