Jiang Xiaobai and Song Xin hadn't chatted for a while before Song Hanbin came over with his children. Tangtang ran into the house to play, and Song Hanbin sat down under the awning.

The weather in Shanghai is not very warm at the end of January, but cups of steaming and fragrant tea bring warmth.

"When will Zhao Gang come over?" Song Hanbin asked while drinking tea. He didn't have many friends here in Magic City. When Zhao Gang came, the two brothers could still chat, drink tea, and take their granddaughter out for a walk.

"My father-in-law, it's probably just these two days. He originally planned to come with him after the Chinese New Year, but then some of his old friends came over and he just stayed in Longcheng for a few more days." Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.

Song Hanbin nodded: "This man is getting old, and the number of friends he meets is less. Let's meet him more often. I don't know how many more we can see in such a beautiful spring."

"Haha, why are you so old? You still have to watch Tangtang grow up and get married in a wedding dress." Jiang Xiaobai changed the topic, he knew what Song Hanbin was thinking.

In this spring, it is full of spring, but it is in sharp contrast with the old people. When people get old, they tend to be sentimental. From time to time, they will think of themselves.

"Seriously, Xiaobai, have you found that bastard?" Song Hanbin suddenly looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked.

Jiang Xiaobai asked subconsciously: "Which bastard?"

"That's Tangtang's biological father, that bastard." Song Hanbin said through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and smiled bitterly: "To tell you the truth, I have been looking for the person I arranged there, but this person seems to have disappeared from the world. No, it's even like this Downey has never been there.

Nothing has happened, there are no traces at all.”

Song Hanbin frowned when he heard this, and looked at Jiang Xiaobai with some doubts: "There are no traces at all. People leave their names, and birds leave their voices. This person has lived in Chinatown for such a long time, how could it be possible?

There are no traces?"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head: "I am also wondering about this matter, but there is really no trace at all. I have to dig deep to find someone."

"Really?" Song Hanbin stared at Jiang Xiaobai closely, obviously not believing that he knew Jiang Xiaobai's financial resources, and that place abroad was a place that only valued money.

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't even find anyone. Of course, it was possible that he couldn't find anyone, but it would be nonsense to say that there was no trace of this person.

How is it possible that there is no trace of a person at all? Needless to say in today's peaceful years, even in times of war and chaos, some background checks and the like can find people and roughly investigate the individual's situation.

How could there be no trace at all, unless it was...

Thinking of Song Hanbin, he asked directly: "Xiaobai, you didn't find out through the investigation, but you and Xin'er teamed up to prevent me, an old man, from knowing."

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened immediately: "Old Song, you have to pay attention to evidence when you speak. You can't accuse people out of thin air. I took the initiative to help with the investigation of Downey."

In fact, Jiang Xiaobai was also confused, but he just couldn't find anyone. Now that he was so wronged by Song Hanbin, of course he would quit.

"No, then how come there are no traces?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? I still think the name you gave me is wrong." Jiang Xiaobai was also very aggrieved.

Song Hanbin was not happy either: "No matter how old I am, I can still give you the wrong name."

"Then why can't you find anyone?"

"No, are you asking me?"

Jiang Xiaobai and Song Hanbin stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and there was no good solution for the moment.

"I really tried my best, or maybe Donnie gave her a false name, and Xin'er didn't want us to find her from the beginning," Jiang Xiaobai said.

Song Hanbin nodded, then shook his head: "There is no trace of this at all. I doubt it is even possible to say whether this person exists."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Song Hanbin stood up and glanced at Jiang Xiaobai: "I'm going back to pack my things. Let's talk about it another day."

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Song Hanbin's back and muttered: "This old man is weird."

Song Hanbin also murmured in his heart: If there really is no such person, would there be no such person at all? At that time, I thought it was a bit strange.

Xin'er herself suddenly ran away from the country, and then suddenly got married and gave birth to a child. All of this always felt a little too anxious and rushed.

I had suspected Jiang Xiaobai at that time, but Jiang Xiaobai showed that he was completely unaware. But if it weren't for Jiang Xiaobai, it would be unexplainable.

Song Hanbin went home full of doubts, and Jiang Xiaobai's house was almost tidied up.

With more people and greater strength, Jiang Xiaobai also wanted to help with the placement of the remaining items.

Of course, all Jiang Xiaobai has to do is tidy up his study, and there is no need to worry about anything else.

The new study faces north and south, with bright sunshine. It has a huge mahogany desk with a Taishi chair. There is a famous calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, with four big characters written on it: "Tranquility leads to the distance."

Then there is a huge bookcase. Let’s put it this way, the things Jiang Xiaobai has bought the most in recent years are books. The bookcase in the office is better.

But the bookcases in the study must be large enough and full of book smell.

A pot of green plants in the corner adds a touch of bright color and vitality to the entire study. Sunlight shines in from outside the window, filling the entire study.

Jiang Xiaobai also started to pack up, and a book began to be put away. Jiang Xiaobai had read some of the books here, but most of them had not been read, but it did not affect Jiang Xiaobai's love for these books.

At noon, the food was delivered by someone from Jianhua Hotel, and it was not put away until five o'clock in the afternoon.

I just finished moving, and I didn’t cook at home at night. I invited Song Xin’s family to go to Jianhua Hotel for dinner.

They were also discussing which day they would have a fire at home and who to call over.

"We'll finish it in one day. Then we'll call a few people over. Then we'll go to your house first, and then to mine. Just have that idea." Jiang Xiaobai said.

Normally, when you move, you have to invite a few relatives and friends over for a meal. One is to tell these relatives and friends that you have moved to another place, and the other is to increase the popularity of the new home.

"Okay, I have no objection." Song Xin nodded, and then asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Chapter completed!