Upon Sun Hui's command, all the bodyguards immediately retreated, carrying away the one who had fallen to the ground.
Seeing Sun Hui emerge, Wei Zifeng straightened his clothes, which had become slightly disheveled from the scuffle, and entered the villa, passing by Sun Hui without a second glance.
Sun Hui followed him into the villa where Wei Zifeng made his way to the living room and plopped down on the sofa, waiting for Sun Hui to sit down.
"What brings you here?" Sun Hui sat down and asked with a grim expression on his face.
"Sun Hui, isn't that a knowingly naive question?" Wei Zifeng gave Sun Hui a look as if he were an idiot. Even after over twenty years, this old man still loved to feign ignorance.
As Xiaoyu's biological uncle, his visit was surely because of his nephew's strange illness—what else could it be for, a social call?
Wei Zifeng now really wondered how Sun Hui had lived all these years? Getting more foolish with age.
