"Dr. Yao, when are you free, can you come to complete the transfer procedures."

In a call from an unfamiliar phone number, a man knew everything.

Yao Zimo was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"

"The ancestral home of the Yao family, didn't you really want to go back? Xia Dong has already arranged it for you. You just need to make an appointment to go out and go through the transfer procedures." The man on the phone said politely.

Yao Zimo couldn't believe that the affairs of the ancestral house had been completed for so long.

He continued to ask, "But... before Xia Dong didn't want to help?"

"We don't know this. I am an employee of Mr. Shan. If you want to know more, you have to ask Mr. Xia." The man replied.

"Ah...Okay, thank you. After I ask you about the situation, let's make an appointment with you." Yao Zimo calmed down and said.

"Okay, then you are busy, I won't bother you." After speaking, the man on the other end of the phone hung up.

And Yao Zimo looked at the phone whose screen was dead, and his handsome face showed hesitation.

It is a good thing that the ancestral house can return to his hands, but he must also know the price behind this good thing.

So he took a deep breath and was about to call Xia Zhiyuan, but found that he did not have his number. The last time he contacted the richest man in Y city through Xia Mancai...

So, now he can only contact Shaman.

Yao Zimo felt entangled when he thought of Xia Man, but when he thought of the matter being done, he would have to thank her face to face, so he still called.

This time the phone call was surprisingly long, Yao Zimo could almost imagine the complicated expression on Xia Man's small face when he saw him call.

However, she finally answered the phone.

"Dr. Yao, what are you looking for?" she asked, her voice cautious.

Yao Zimo hesitated for a moment, and could hardly bear to mention the ancestral house anymore.

He always felt that his behavior was actually no different from Ji Zhuoran, he was just using her.

It's just that he is more dignified and cruel.

However, he still mentioned it.

After all, he couldn't say what she wanted him to say.

"Miss Xia, about the ancestral house...Thank you for your help."

"Ah... that, haha," Xia Man said with unconcealable disappointment, but she continued, "It's nothing, Doctor Yao, you saved my life after all. Compared with Jingui, I am a house. It’s nothing, I’m not careful enough, haha, I’ll just hang up the phone if there’s nothing to do."

This was the first time she wanted to hang up Yao Zimo's phone, and didn't want to listen to him anymore.

Yao Zimo suddenly didn't want her to hang up the phone directly, but instead kept saying.

"and many more……"

"What's the matter?" There seemed to be hope again in her voice.

"Well, I want to contact Xia Dong, can you give me his contact information?"

After Yao Zimo said this, he felt cruel.

In his mind, he suddenly remembered the situation when Shaman drank and cried that day.

Thinking of her hugging her legs, burying her head between her knees, thinking of her trembling shoulders, thinking of her black hair falling like melancholy rain...

Sharman on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then he smiled.

"Okay, I'll send you my dad's phone number and hang up."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Yao Zimo to stay.

The next second, Xia Zhiyuan's call came from Yao Zimo's cell phone, but he clearly achieved his goal, but he was not happy at all.

He was in the office alone, looking at the phone and chatting for a while.

He is a person who can hardly be in a daze. As a doctor, he must keep his mind clear and focused at all times, but this time, he sits on his desk in a daze, his mind is almost blank.

When he came back to his senses, he glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and it turned out that it had been an hour since Xiaman sent the text message.

He felt like he had been stolen this hour.

Yao Zimo asked silently, what happened to him?