He had already learned the news of Wei Zhen's death, but there was no news about Xirou's parents.
There are still many tribesmen living outside, and I don’t know how many of them are still alive when winter comes.
Wait until they stand up.
Wei Xiyin then stepped forward to greet the two sisters and helped them to take a seat.
Next, Wei Ji asked questions, and the two sisters answered them in detail.
Hearing that the Song family's side branch was bullying people like this, a fierce look flashed in Wei Ji's eyes. Fortunately, they were far away, otherwise if they dared to bully his Qinghe Wei family's married daughter, he would definitely make the Song family pay.
"Thanks to Uncle Dong, my nephew was able to come back alive..." Wei Xiyao kept mentioning 'Uncle Dong' and spoke in detail.
Wei Xiyin, who was sitting next to him, had almost developed calluses on her ears from listening so much.
Wei Ji naturally also noticed that the 'Uncle Dong' mentioned by the two juniors was also curious about who he was.
I heard that the benefactor who escorted the two sisters back was waiting outside.
Wei Ji said: "Then please ask someone to come in and let me see him."
Dong Zhiyao quickly followed the servants in and saluted Wei Ji, who was sitting at the top of the table, without looking away. "Greetings, Lord Wei!"
Wei Ji looked the man up and down, frowning slightly. Upon taking a closer look, he felt a sense of familiarity with the man.
But I couldn't remember who it was.
Have you seen it before?
Wei Ji's expression remained unchanged. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Mr. Dong, you are so polite. Please take a seat."
Dong Zhiyao sat at the lower right, with Wei Xiyin sitting opposite him.
Seeing her looking at him, he nodded slightly, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes, obviously she still didn't recognize him.
The little flame in Dong Zhiyao's heart was rising again.
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