Chapter 1341 There Are No Fourth Sons in the Xiao Family

"What's going on with the fourth person?"

Wen Qiao was lying on the sofa, crossing his legs and reading the words on it: "The fourth son of Xiao Liangyan, the Haicheng food tycoon."

Wen Qiao was suspicious: "I know that Xiao Liangyan has been opening a restaurant since the Republic of China. Their ancestors went to Hong Kong in the 1950s and returned to Haicheng in the 1990s. They are considered a century-old family."

Su Ce said calmly: "You know quite a lot."

When it comes to collecting information, he is indeed not as good as He Xihuai. He Xihuai is like a spy, and there seems to be nothing he doesn't know.

Wen Qiao frowned: "But why do I remember that Xiao Liangyan only has three sons? What does it mean when it says four sons?"

Su Ce took the book from her hand and said, "Did you remember correctly? There are really only three sons?"

When he asked this, Wen Qiao became a little unsure, so she sent a message to Lu Youyou. Lu Youyou was familiar with the secrets and gossips of the entertainment industry and wealthy families. She knew everything about them, and there was no secret that she didn't know.

Youyou can be considered an old tool person.

Lu Youyou immediately relished it: "Yes, Mr. Xiao has three sons and six daughters, a total of nine children, and they were born to him by three wives. If they are divided equally, he will have three in one person."

Wen Qiao hung up the phone and looked at her uncle: "Look, Xiao Liangyan does have three sons. The eldest son is forty-four years old this year, the second son is thirty-eight years old, and the youngest son is twenty-six years old. I heard that he was abroad just now. Finished graduate school at an Ivy League school.”

Su Ce frowned: "Call He Xihuai and ask."

So He Xihuai invited Wen Qiao to meet the next day.

He Xihuai made a reservation at the Western restaurant. When Wen Qiao arrived, he was already sitting on the window seat. Walking over from a distance, Wen Qiao felt that this man's temperament had changed a bit compared to before.

He was colder than before, and the expression in his eyes clearly indicated the silence of all living beings. He seemed to be an aloof creator with no emotions or desires.

Wen Qiao approached, and his secretary Teresa pulled out the chair for her to sit down. He Xihuai's mouth opposite him curved. He really might as well stop smiling, like the satisfied smile of an executioner when he sees his satisfied prey. This smile It's really scary.

"I want to ask about the information you gave me about Xiao Liangyan's fourth son. As far as I know, Xiao Liangyan does not have a fourth son."

The waiter in the restaurant served the appetizer, French pancakes with chicken oil, mushrooms and peppers. He Xihuai picked up a knife and fork and slowly cut the pancakes in front of him, "I can only tell you one thing. The news I gave you is absolutely nothing." Wrong, does Miss Wen also need me to feed her? Can’t she go investigate on her own?”

Wen Qiao's hand holding the knife and fork clenched slightly. This man's words were too unpleasant.

"Am I just investigating now? Mr. He didn't say I couldn't investigate you, right?"

He Xihuai picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth, and smiled. Teresa standing beside her felt like she was facing an enemy. The current gentleman in her family was even less fond of smiling than the previous one. With his smile, life or death could be unpredictable.

"Sharp-tongued and quick-thinking." He Xihuai's smile quickly subsided and he said something that sounded like a compliment.

The waiter brought the appetizer 'Goat Milk Bavaro'. Wen Qiao cut a piece and chewed it slowly: "So Mr. He, can you tell me the mystery behind this? What does the fourth son mean?"

"I only provide information, not a priest who answers questions. If you have any questions, just go to Xiao's house and ask."