"Okay, I'll look for you later. I have something to do with my parents."
After Xie Xuning finished speaking, he went to the study. He knocked on the door, then opened the door and walked in.
"Busy?"
Xie Xuning looked at his father. He was 70 to 80 years old, but he was still in good health.
"Dad, I'm here today just want to ask you one thing. In 1988, did you ever send anyone to find Linlang?"
Xie Xuning's father Xie Qian forcefully made a stroke with the brush in his hand, and he said with a cold expression on his face, "Xie Xuning, what do you mean?"
"Dad, I just want to know, did you do this?" Xie Xuning was feeling a little powerless. He now suspected everyone around him, including his father. "Back then, after you learned about Linlang and my relationship, you never agreed. You said, Linlang's humble background makes her unworthy of our Xie family..."
"Xie Xuning."
Xie Qian roared.