Ning Qinghuan glared at him, "You little rascal, can't even come home to visit this old man, your wings have really hardened." Ning Qinghuan was somewhat afraid of his son, so unless there was a real issue, he wouldn't actively seek out Ning Zihuan.
"Spill it, what's the matter?" Ning Zihuan's tone was rather impatient.
Ning Qinghua glanced at the indifferent-looking young man sitting opposite him, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Zihuan, has your sister... been in contact with you?"
Just knew they were here to ask about Ning Zijin's whereabouts.
Ning Zihuan curled his lips, "I've always been in touch with big sis."
"That's not what I mean. I'm asking if you know where Zijin is right now?"
"Isn't big sis living the life of a wealthy young madam at the Ye Family of Capital City? What's the meaning behind this question, Uncle?"
