Then came in, a man and a woman, all in their forties.

No one was in the main seat. The two were seated opposite Xia Gui and Jiang Huai. The seat opposite Xia Guizheng was still empty, which was obviously reserved for the last of the four.

咚咚咚——

First, I heard the sound of crutches hitting the ground, and then I saw everyone in the picture looking towards the gate.

There is no human figure in the screen, and the sound of crutches is still "dongdongdong".

Qi Jing had stopped eating the porridge, holding the spoon in his hand and did not move, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

Xia Yunshu glanced at the monitoring screen on the computer and then at Qi Jing.

There was no sound.

Wait quietly.

No one was seen, but the two middle-aged men and women who were already seated got up and walked over.

"Master, let's help you." It was the voice of the middle-aged woman.

Qi Jing's hand on the table was already clenched subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, people appeared in the picture.

The crutches in the old man’s hand have been picked up by the middle-aged man. He is supported by the middle-aged woman. He has gray hair and a rickety figure. He walks slowly. He is even more vicissitudes of life than someone over eighty years old. In fact, he is only seventy-five years old.

Even though that face was much older, Qi Jing could still recognize it at a glance.

When I went to Yao's house to attend a banquet, Xia Yunshu accidentally saw the family portrait placed there, so she recognized at a glance who the old man appeared in the surveillance.

Father Yao Family, Yao Bingtian!

A person who has been missing for nearly two decades!

It really was him.

However, it seems that it is only him who can explain many things.

Qi Jing and Yao Xu have been looking for people they haven't found for so many years, and they have been living not far from them.

The Yao family is a scholarly family. Almost every generation of the head of the family is engaged in education, and Yao Bingtian is no exception.

Even compared to Yao Xu, he is the kind of out-and-out scholar.

The so-called scholars convince people with their knowledge. Even if they are in a family like the Yao family, they will receive some training, and at best they will be able to practice self-defense skills.

Of course, something like Yao Xu is a special case.

Xia Yunshu was curious about how Yao Bingtian, who had disappeared in his 50s, survived in a place like Wangshengcheng.

The point is that he not only survived, but also survived to the center of power dominated by one party. Is it worth a 20 or 30 years younger?

Seeing Qi Jing still staring at the surveillance screen, without any expression on his face and no emotion at all, Xia Yunshu tentatively said, "Brother?"

Qi Jing's attention was pulled back and looked at her: "What's the matter?"

"I just wanted to ask you, are you okay?"

"It's okay, let's continue eating breakfast."

It doesn't look like it's okay at all.

"You eat too, the porridge is almost cold."

"Yeah." The mouth should be well, but the hand didn't move anymore, and his attention returned to the monitoring screen.

Xia Yunshu didn't bother him anymore, but watched with him.

"My old man still insists on coming to the morning meeting every day. This kind of spirit is really worth learning. Sit! Brother, please sit down! Your legs are not good, don't stand broken, we still need you to host our daily morning meeting. It's." I can hear Xia Gui even taunting Yao Bingtian.

But for those present, except for Jiang Huai's sneer, the expressions of the others didn't change much, as if they hadn't heard Xia Gui's voice-over at all.

Including Yao Bingtian, the client.

"I thought you wished I would die early." Yao Bingtian, who sat down, was not polite at all when he spoke to Xia Gui.

The middle-aged man has put his crutches on his right hand, and he can reach it with his hand. After doing this, the middle-aged man returned to his seat and sat down. The middle-aged woman also helped him sit down before returning to her position.