Xie Xian was confused by what he said.
"May I know which young master of the Xi family it is?"
Xie Xian had never seen this person before, but he remembered every single person who had met him before. However, his appearance was not bad. One look and one could tell that he was from the Xi family. His facial features were extremely ugly.
The boy was 17 or 18 years old, and his face was gloomy. He looked like he was at least 23 or 24 years old.
"I am Xi Twelfth, Xie Pushe is busy, he would not recognize me."
Twelfth Xi was the eldest son of the eldest son of the Xi family. The eldest son of the Xi family had long lost his pillar of support. It was said that a few months after he got the twelfth son, Eldest Xi died of an acute illness.
Because of this, Tingwei Xi didn't like this grandson, he felt that he was the one who killed his son.
