Lanling City, East City, within a large villa.
Wen Xiu Jie was sitting in the study, holding a cup of tea in his hand, savoring it carefully, looking very leisurely at first glance.
As the patriarch of the Wen Family, Wen Xiu Jie was already over seventy years old. Although his hair was completely white and his face full of wrinkles, he was still vibrant and did not show any signs of senility, appearing quite spirited.
In front of him sat an elderly man in his sixties, his hair was gray, and he was wearing a red Tang suit, his face full of smiles. At this moment, he was holding a cup of tea and chatting with Wen Xiu Jie, looking very intimate at first glance.
"Hahaha, Master Tang, it was really thanks to your guidance back then that I drove away those two nemesis-bringing women. Otherwise, our Wen Family's lineage might have really ended with them!"
