"May I have your name?"

"Xiaobao."

"Xiaobao?"

Ji Hanguang frowned slightly, "It's so simple, you don't even have a last name."

Xiaobao shook his head, "My dad doesn't have it."

That's really strange.

Moreover, in a short period of time, he had already asked clearly how Xiaobao and Nian'er met.

They are indeed a mysterious and strange father and son.

A businessman's instinct makes him wary of such people.

He stared at Xiaobao blankly, and at this moment, his subordinate received the news.

"President, I have heard about the lady. She is no longer in the theater."

"It turns out that the young lady sneaked into the backstage of the theater and happened to meet the performer Lu Ning who had just finished her performance."

"You mean, Miss is at Lu Ning's place?"

"Yes, after that, there was no news about the young lady. Lu Ning must have taken her away."

"Lu Ning?" This name sounds a little strange.

"Lu Ning is a well-known performer abroad. He recently returned to China to hold his own concert. It is said that he is very kind and is keen on charity. The lady should not be in danger when she is there."

Ji Hanguang pondered for a moment, "No matter whether there is danger or not, we have to find the young lady first."

"Since Ji Nian'er is at her place, then go to her place."

His subordinates reported this matter to him and must have already investigated Lu Ning's residence. After giving the order, the car drove straight to Lu Ning's residence.

After half an hour, they stopped. In front of them was Lu Ning's home, an exquisite and elegant villa, which fit her musician's temperament very well.

Ji Hanguang led Xiaobao to stand in front of the door and rang the doorbell.

Ning Zhi heard the noise and came over to open the door.

But she didn't expect that the person standing outside was actually Ji Hanguang.

Ji Hanguang narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw her, "Is that you?"

The moment their eyes met, Ning Zhi was also stunned for a moment.

"It's me. What a coincidence, Mr. Ji."

Fortunately, she was still wearing sunglasses, so even though this was their second meeting, Ji Hanguang didn't see her complete face.

However, Ji Hanguang's eyes kept falling on her face, on those inappropriate sunglasses.

The feeling this woman gave him was equally extraordinary, even stronger.

It's the same mystery that he can't see through.

"So you are Lu Ning, the musician who returned to China."

Ning Zhi nodded slightly, then raised the corners of her lips, "It was my fault that I didn't introduce myself to Mr. Ji when we last met."

"It's nothing, don't I know it now?"

"It's just that I'm a little confused. Does Miss Lu also have to wear sunglasses in the room? Or is it to guard against me?"

He suspected that this woman's face also held a secret.

Otherwise it wouldn't be possible.

Ning Zhi smiled and touched the frame of her sunglasses, "Oh, you said this."

She was very calm, "My eyes were injured in my early years and I am sensitive to light, so I wear sunglasses every day for protection."

"Mr. Ji is so worried about my face, thank you very much."

Ning Zhipi's smiling face made Ji Hanguang lose face.

At a certain moment, he was at a loss.

"I wonder what Mr. Ji is doing here when he comes here?"

Ji Hanguang kept his hand on her door, this time he pushed the door open with unquestionable force and walked in.

"You should know that I'm here to pick up my daughter."

Ji Hanguang walked into the room and looked around. The empty room was decorated in a minimalist style. The objects inside were clearly visible, but there was no figure of Ji Nian'er.

"Where did you take Nian'er?"

"Nian'er? It turns out that little girl is your daughter. I don't know where she is."

"We just met her once. I'm not her mother. How can I control where she goes?"

Ning Zhi said this half-sarcastically, but as if he was pierced by Ji Hanguang's cold gaze, he said without thinking: "You are lying."

He approached Ning Zhi step by step, "What good will it do to you if you hide it from me?"

Ji Hanguang carried a fierce aura and almost forced Ning Zhi into a corner.

However, the playful smile on Ning Zhi's lips seemed to be mocking, which deepened the anger in Ji Hanguang's heart.

This woman really does look like Zhi Zhi, but the resemblance is so great that she becomes a clumsy fake.

It gives people an urge to destroy.

Just as the situation was tense, Ji Hanguang suddenly felt his cuffs being pulled by some force.

"Uncle, calm down."

Ji Hanguang looked over and saw Xiaobao looking up at him with an innocent expression.

Xiaobao turned his head and faced Ning Zhi, his eyes had turned into stars.

"Pretty sister, are you the musician who plays the cello in the theater?"

"My old man is your fan! Can you sign an autograph~~"

As he spoke, he even took out a pen and paper from his small backpack, handed it to Ning Zhi, and stared at her expectantly.

Ning Zhi looked at the child, her eyes closed inexplicably, "Your old man? Your father?"

She glanced at Ji Hanguang teasingly, "Could this child be Mr. Ji's illegitimate son?"

When Ji Hanguang heard this, his face immediately dropped, "How could that be!"

"Oh, that's such a pity. I see that this child looks quite similar to you, as if he was carved from the same mold."

Ji Hanguang frowned and glanced at Xiaobao, "...is there any?"

While he was struggling, Ning Zhi had already signed the name, but she used the name "Lu Ning".

Xiaobao happily put away his notebook. Ji Hanguang was standing next to him, quite disdainful of this behavior.

He is just a performer who has gained some fame abroad and then returns to his country to boast about it.

When it comes to playing the cello, Ning Zhi is the real genius.

... He seems to have thought about Ning Zhi many times today?

Although I often thought about it before, after meeting this woman, I thought about her especially.

Moreover, it has been three years.

Ji Hanguang felt that he could hardly remember what Ning Zhi looked like when he played the piano.

Speaking of more than three years, Ning Zhi seemed to have never seriously touched Qin after marrying him. It was he who killed her dream with his own hands.

It also killed the talented girl who should have been shining on the stage.

Ji Hanguang felt a little emotional when he looked at the photos of Lu Ning displayed in the closet showing her high spirits when she won the award.

"Hey." Ji Hanguang called her.

"Where's your cello? Play me a piece of music."

Ning Zhi heard what he said, but she folded her arms and remained motionless.

Ji Hanguang: "Why don't you move?"

Ning Zhi: "Haha."

Ever since she met Ji Hanguang today, her sarcastic expression has never dropped.
Chapter completed!