Xiang Nanzhi stared at his profile, somewhat lost in thought. "Shen Shixun, are there any people with the surname Shen among the Gong clan?"
"have."
He answered without hesitation.
"I only saw your mother when I went back last time. Where is your father?"
"Dead."
Xiang Nanzhi withdrew her gaze. "I'm sorry, I just suddenly remembered. I didn't mean to bring up your sad memories."
She hadn't asked before because she didn't care or pay attention. She went to him to get a divorce, but when she arrived at the Gong tribe, everyone was stunned. She had never spoken to his mother, so how could she possibly care about his family situation?
All she knew was that Shen Shixun's family was very poor. There's a saying that a family is destitute, but his family was even worse off; they didn't even have a single wall.
Nomadic peoples have no land, do not farm, but herd cattle and sheep and rely on the weather for their livelihood.
She couldn't even imagine how difficult it would be.
——
Xiang Jing entered the study and closed the door. "Dad, you wanted to see me?"
"How's the investigation going?"
Wei Xia casually mentioned that Xiang Nanzhi had some connection with the underworld in the ancient city. On the surface, she didn't seem to care, but Xiang Zhengyi had to pay attention.
“Zhizhi did have some interaction with him at the auction, but Zhizhi didn’t seem to know his true identity.”
"The maid said she had someone buy the materials, and she showed me a picture of the contract. It was indeed signed with Master Zhou."
"Master Zhou knows Zhizhi's identity."
"Um."
Xiang Zhengyi frowned. "Find an opportunity to talk to him and see what he's really up to."
"yes."
"Never mind, let her be."
She rarely has any hobbies, and if he interferes, she might feel like she has no freedom.
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