The mansion of the lord.

Wen Wuwei stood in the courtyard with his hands on his back, directing the servants in the mansion to clean up the corpses all over the yard.

At this moment, a guard hurried over, arched his fist, and reported: "Master, Dou Tian, ​​the head of the Dou family, came to ask for a meeting."

Wen Wuwei frowned slightly and his voice was cold: "Did he say what happened?"

"It seems to be talking about... Wang Deqiu and his son."

The guard looked at Wen Wuwei carefully.

In the current residence of the mansion, who doesn’t know the relationship between Wang Deqiu’s son Wang Xiaopang and Bai Xiaochen? So, at the beginning, because Wang Deqiu put those people in, the Phantom Mansion suffered heavy casualties, and they all blamed him.

But now let alone blame, I can't even say a harsh word.

"Let him in."

Wen Wuwei pondered for a while, and even though he was impatient, he still wanted to know what had happened.

"Yes, the lord of the house."

The guards took the order and retreated.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked in quickly, and followed him was a young man who could no longer see his appearance.

His face swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth kept making whimpering sounds, grieving and grieving.

Wen Wuwei was startled. He stared at the young man with a swollen face in a daze and asked, "What's going on? Why did he get beaten like this?"

"Master of the House."

Doutian pulled the young man to kneel in front of Wen Wuwei, crying with tears in his eyes: "You must make the decision for us. Look at my son, a very good person, and he was bullied like this."

The young man whimpered twice, with sadness in his eyes, and his expression was so pitiful. If he fell into the eyes of someone who didn't know the truth, he might... he might even think that he had really suffered great grievances.

Wen Wuwei frowned: "You wouldn't want to say that the one who beats your son like this is Wang Xiaopang?"

He had heard of some of Wang Xiaopang's bastard's mischief outside, so when he thought of the words of the guards just now, Wen Wuwei believed it a little.

pity……

This Wang Xiaopang is a friend of his grandson. He said that he had to protect his own people in everything.

"No," Doutian gritted his teeth, "The one who injured my son was a little girl! That little girl is so evil. I suspect that she had a purpose in scrambling into the Illusion Mansion. Lord, if you take down that little girl, it is not my son, but the safety of the entire Illusion Mansion."

The implication is that the young girl who injured her will threaten the entire Fantasy Mansion, so he came to ask the owner to take action, not for himself, but for the safety of the entire Fantasy Mansion.

"Little girl?" Wen Wuwei was stunned.

Didn’t Wang Xiaopang move his hand? What is the origin of this little girl?

"Doutian, can you ask your son to identify that little girl?"

"It's okay," Doutian raised a hint of joy on his face, "I'll send someone to find that little girl later, and..."

Before this was finished, a tender voice came from a distance, from far to near, and soon entered the yard.

"This restaurant in the number one in the Fantasy Mansion is nothing but a reputation. It is far from what my mother has done. Sister Long'er, when my mother has time to cook some delicious food for me in the future, I can give you one piece, but it's only one piece."

"Thank you, Your Highness."
Chapter completed!