"This is easy!" Qin Xiaoyan snapped her fingers, "Does Sister Jiang still have any relatives alive?"

Ji Zhixiu raised his eyebrows slightly and thought of a candidate, "Yes."

Qin Xiaoyan then added, "It needs to be a close relative, parents or brothers and sisters. As long as there is any one of them, he can call the soul next to me when I am summoning the soul. This is a small spell and is easy to break."

Close relatives...Ji Zhixiu's eyes darkened slightly.

Jiang Mian's mother is long gone, and she has no brothers or sisters, only one father, with whom she has never had any contact in so many years.

It seemed that he still had to find Song Xingjia.

Seeing that Ji Zhixiu didn't speak for a long time, Qin Xiaoyan didn't know why, "Mr. Ji, this matter must be done as soon as possible, and it cannot be delayed for too long."

"Okay." Ji Zhixiu came to his senses and agreed, "Thank you for your hard work today, Miss Qin. I will invite you over another day after I have made arrangements."

Qin Xiaoyan nodded, "It's okay. You have my number anyway. If you have any questions, you can call me again."

Ji Zhixiu glanced outside and said, "Fan Cheng, send Miss Qin out."

He shouted, but got no response.

Qin Xiaoyan could see that Ji Zhixiu didn't want to leave his wife, so she said wisely, “It's okay, it's okay, I can go out by myself."

Ji Zhixiu looked at her, "Do you know the road?"

The castle was very big, and Qin Xiaoyan was indeed a little confused.

Before she could refuse, Ji Zhixiu stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

Both emotionally and rationally, he should give Qin Xiaoyan a gift.

Qin Xiaoyan's eyebrows were curved and she was no longer polite, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Ji!"

Ji Zhixiu escorted Qin Xiaoyan out of the door.

Far away, Qin Xiaoyan saw a black car parked outside the castle.

She was a little unsure until she saw the familiar license plate number.

She immediately said, “Come here, Mr. Ji! I'm leaving first, don't see me off!"

With that said, Qin Xiaoyan ran out.

I don’t know when drizzle began to fall in the sky.

Ji Zhixiu narrowed his narrow eyes and saw a man getting out of the car.

Wearing a black suit, only half of his delicate profile was exposed, and he seemed vaguely indifferent.

He held a black umbrella to cover Qin Xiaoyan's head.

From what he saw, Qin Xiaoyan seemed to listen to him, with a flattering smile on her face.

The man opened the car door for Qin Xiaoyan himself.

Ji Zhixiu recognized that this was Lu Yunshen, the youngest son of the Lu family.

At a young age, he is already a well-known noble man in Hong Kong City.

He is also Qin Xiaoyan's nominal uncle.

He looked away, not having the time or bother to explore the relationship between the two.

Enter the Maybach.

Qin Xiaoyan wiped her face with a dry towel, "Did uncle come to pick me up specially?"

Lu Yun coughed twice, his face looked unusually pale.

When he heard the question, he said calmly, “Sister-in-law is looking for you at home."

Qin Xiaoyan stuck out her tongue playfully, "I'm here to see my friend."

Lu Yunshen chuckled at her attempt to conceal her words, "When you get back, tell me that I brought you out."

Qin Xiaoyan frowned slightly and held his hand directly, "Uncle, have you been waiting for me for a long time? Why are your hands so cold?"

Qin Xiaoyan was afraid of this uncle at first. She always felt that his aura was too strong, even though he always looked sick and weak.

But the man's eyes always seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Especially every time he looked at her, a pair of deep whirlpools seemed to be sucking her in.

It wasn't until after several contacts that Qin Xiaoyan gained the courage. After all, in the Lu family, her uncle and grandma were the only two people who were nice to her.

Lu Yun suppressed the throbbing in his heart and looked at her confused eyes, "I'm fine."

Qin Xiaoyan thought he was embarrassed to admit it, so she wrapped Lu Yunshen's hands in her arms, "What's the matter? Your hands are so cold! It's okay, I can just warm my uncle up!"

The two of them were so close that Lu Yun lowered his eyes and could see her fluttering eyelashes and concerned expression.

He lowered his tone and said, "Next time Xiaoyan goes out, please tell me, okay?"

Qin Xiaoyan nodded and turned on the air conditioner in the car. She felt a little sleepy.

She tilted her head and unconsciously leaned on Lu Yunshen's shoulder, saying in a vague tone, "Okay..."

...

Ji Zhixiu immediately contacted Song Xingjia.

Song Xingjia was a little surprised when she received his call, "Mr. Ji, has something happened to Mianmian?"

Ji Zhixiu, “I want you to contact Song Xingzhi for me."

Song Xingjia's eyes narrowed slightly. He had no doubt that this man Ji Zhixiu could find out Jiang Mian's life experience. "Does Mianmian want to see him?"

"You only need to say that I, Ji Zhixiu, want to see him."

Ji Zhixiu believed that Song Xingzhi would not refuse.

Song Xingjia put down the pen in his hand, "I will tell him for you, but I still want to know if something happened to Mianmian? Mr. Ji, I am also her relative."

Ji Zhixiu was noncommittal, but when he persisted, he simply said something.

Song Xingjia quickly arranged for Song Xingzhi and Ji Zhixiu to meet.

The two met at a tea restaurant.

Song Xingzhi had no feelings for Jiang Mian's daughter. He always thought that he and Jiang Yumei had a good time getting together and breaking up.

It was not his wish that Jiang Yumei gave birth to this child behind his back. He had already expressed his attitude many years ago and would not accept it.

I just didn't expect that, after going round and round, he still had an unclear relationship with this child.

In the restaurant, Song Xingzhi waited for the waiter to leave before he said, "Xingjia has already explained the matter clearly to me. It's just a trivial matter for me to help. But I still have a request, which I hope Mr. Ji can agree to."

He said it politely, but Ji Zhixiu knew that he clearly meant that he would never do this favor unless he agreed to his request.

He raised his eyelids, not even bothering to look at me, and just said lightly, “Okay."

Song Xingzhi was overjoyed, "Really?"

He didn't expect Ji Zhixiu to be so easy to talk to, nor did he expect that Jiang Mian held such a heavy weight in Ji Zhixiu's heart.

He couldn't hide the smile on his face, "Don't worry, Mr. Ji, it's not an excessive request. I hope my youngest son Song Yin can be raised by Mr. Ji's side for three years."

Maybe his request was a bit excessive, but Song Xingzhi knew that for Jiang Mian's sake, Ji Zhixiu would definitely agree.

There was serious internal strife in the Song family, and the struggles among the collateral branches were fierce. At this time, Ji Zhixiu came to him and helped him a lot.

Song Yin's simple mind is not suitable for staying in the Song family. If he stayed with Ji Zhixiu, Song Xingzhi believed that no one would dare to take a chance on him.

Three years, three years is more than enough time.

He and Xingjia will definitely be able to resolve these obstacles in the Song family and then bring Song Yin back.

Ji Zhixiu's lips curved into a sarcastic arc.

Before meeting Song Xingzhi, he had already investigated the current situation of the Song family.

I didn't expect that Song Xingzhi would have such far-reaching plans for this son.

There was a faint feeling of distress in his heart, which was for Jiang Mian.

Seeing Ji Zhixiu's silence, Song Xingzhi quickly added, “Don't worry, Mr. Ji, I will never get involved in your upbringing of Song Yin in the past three years."

The air in the box was stagnant, and Ji Zhixiu stood up, wanting to go back quickly to see the little girl.

"I will arrange for someone to pick you up tomorrow."

He dropped a sentence coldly.

Song Xingzhi nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, then I'll trouble Mr. Ji!"

When he said this, he meant he agreed.

The goal was achieved, and Song Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he was just gambling. Even if Ji Zhixiu didn't agree, Song Xingzhi knew that this man would have a hundred ways to force him to agree.

What's more, even if Ji Zhixiuzhen didn't agree, Song Xingzhi wouldn't just watch Jiang Mian die.

After all, it was his blood that flowed on that child.

He sat in the box for a while before coming out.

Song Xingjia had been waiting outside. When he saw Song Xingzhi coming out, he frowned, “What on earth did eldest brother talk to Mr. Ji? Why aren't I allowed in?"

Song Xingzhi told him to calm down and said, "Go home and talk."

Back at Song's house, Song Xingzhi called his wife out.

The three of them gathered in the living room, and Song Xingzhi said, "I have something to announce."

Romanman didn't know why her husband was so involved, "Just tell me."

"I have entrusted Xiaoyin to Ji Zhixiu! For three years, I will not take him back until the internal chaos of the Song family is completely resolved."

Romanman didn't know who Ji Zhixiu was, so he stood up from his chair immediately, "What do you mean, husband? Are you going to send Xiaoyin away?"

"Of course not," Song Xingzhi quickly reassured her, "Listen to me. Our home is not safe now. Think about Xiaoyin's activity class last week. He was hit on the head by a ball for no reason and was hospitalized for a week. This week he was locked up in the library again. Fortunately, the driver found him when he went to find him. Doesn't this mean that someone is targeting Xiaoyin behind the scenes? At this time, Xiaoyin is only safe if he is with Mr. Ji. What's more, it's only been three years, and we will soon take care of him. He took it back.”

Luo Manman understood the truth, but how could she let go of her son.

She raised her face with tears in her eyes, “Who is this President Ji? Is he reliable?"

She asked to let go.

Song Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Luo Manman didn't object, this matter would be much easier to handle.

"Reliable, absolutely reliable, this season is always famous..."

At the end of the sentence, Song Xing knew, “I guess Mr. Ji won't stay in Hong Kong City for too long, so don't waste your time. Go spend more time with Xiao Yin while you have time now!"

Romanman nodded with tears in his eyes, "Okay, I understand..."

After finally sending his wife away, Song Xingzhi looked at Song Xingjia who was sitting beside him.

"Xingjia, why don't you speak?"

Song Xingjia didn't know what to say, starting from the first words his elder brother spoke.

He figured out the joints involved. Needless to say, the eldest brother must have asked Ji Zhixiu to agree to the matter on the pretext of helping.

He raised his head, feeling a little disappointed, "Brother, do you only have Xiaoyin as your son in your heart, not your daughter?"

If it weren't for the requirement that he be an immediate relative, Song Xingjia would have wished he could have helped Jiang Mian himself.

Song Xingzhi's face stiffened, and then he sat down, "Xingjia, Ji Zhixiu asked me for help, and I agreed. Is there any problem? I have never gotten along with her, how can we have any feelings? Her mother insisted on giving birth to her in the first place. She didn't tell me anything! Then she forced me to marry her. Your sister-in-law and I were already married at that time, how could I divorce and then marry Jiang Mian's mother?"