When the Chu family learned that Lin Xiaoxiao was the granddaughter of the Lu family by blood, they were all surprised, and Chu Wuyan had an expression of "I see" on his face.
No wonder he felt that Wen Mo was somewhat familiar.
He had met Wen Mo when he was young. Compared to twenty years ago, Wen Mo's appearance hasn't changed much; he's just more mature and composed.
Wen Mo had been busy all day and came back looking tired.
As soon as he stepped across the threshold, a hand attacked him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand gripped the door tightly like an eagle's claw. He pushed the attacker back forcefully, pinning him against the door.
"You're quite skilled. It seems you haven't neglected your training over the years."
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Mo released his grip and said speechlessly, "If I had used any more force, your wrist would have broken. How boring are you?"
Chu Weinian twisted his wrist, which was a little sore. "Where have you been all these years?"
"Can't you speak properly?" Wen Mo rolled her eyes, but still answered truthfully, "Hong Kong City."
Chu Weinian paused, looked up at him, his expression unreadable.
"Hong Kong? Doing quite well."
Wen Mo raised an eyebrow, knowing that Chu Weinian had already guessed his identity in Hong Kong.
He slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, thanks to the country's support."
Chu Weinian frowned, quite certain that this guy was deliberately using so much force.
Just then, a Jeep pulled up in front of the door. Chu Xiaonian got out of the car with some things in his hand, and when he saw Wen Mo, he exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
Three minutes later—
"You're really lucky." Chu Xiaonian put his arm around Wen Mo's shoulder, slapped the commendation document in his hand on his chest, and said in a very sour tone, "Look at your good son-in-law, he really makes me proud, hahaha."
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