He brought Qianqian back to their place to rest.
The Murong Residence also started the renovation work.
A week later, Ji Zuo received a call that Ji Rong's son had been found. He was already six years old.
When he returned to the Ji Residence, Uncle Rong had a little radish head by his side.
Uncle Rong glanced at the little radish head. Even though he didn't like Ji Rong, the child was still young, only three years old. It was really pitiful. He couldn't help but say, "Second Young Master, your child is still young …"
Ji Zuo glanced at Uncle Rong and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you take care of him, Uncle Rong?"
That one sentence made Uncle Rong's face pale. "Second Young Master …"
Meeting Second Young Master's gaze, he froze and didn't dare to say another word.
Ji Zuo glanced at the child. His eyes were very cunning and he looked very much like Ji Rong, which made him uncomfortable.
Little Hao was already this old and knew right from wrong.
Such a big child must have found out a lot of things after such a long time.
Someone must have told this child about Ji Rong, or even told this child that he was the person who killed his father.
Uncle Rong said, "Second Young Master, I'm being silly."
Ji Zuo walked over and caressed the child's head. "Are you afraid of me?"
Ji Rong's son stared at Ji Zuo. He didn't make a sound but his body shrank.
Ji Zuo looked at Uncle Rong. "Take care of him first."
Uncle Rong said, "Second Young Master, I …"
He didn't quite understand Second Young Master's thoughts. Was he suspecting that there was something wrong with him?
His face turned paler and paler.
Ji Zuo smiled. "Uncle Rong, don't be nervous."
Uncle Rong said, "Second Young Master, I was wrong. This child, I …"
Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "I'm serious. At his age, he's all innocent and kind. What does he know? Just educate him properly."
Uncle Rong was speechless.
He glanced at Ji Zuo, then at the child. At that moment, he suddenly became alert.
He was really muddle-headed.
Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "Uncle Rong, you've dedicated your entire life to the Ji family. You don't have a wife or children, it's not bad to raise a child."
Uncle Rong, "…"
He stood there, not daring to make a sound.
Ji Zuo glanced at Little Radish and turned to leave.
He wanted to see what kind of waves a child could create.
Uncle Rong had no choice but to take the child upstairs and temporarily arrange a place for him to stay. He took a look at the child, called someone to take care of him, and turned around to leave.
The child grabbed Uncle Rong's hand. "I'm scared, Grandpa. Don't go, okay?"
Uncle Rong, "…"
Perhaps he was old, so he had a compassionate heart when taking care of a child. If he were an adult, he would definitely not be like this!
Without turning around, he hardened his heart, pulled his arm back, and walked out of the door.
After thinking about it, since he couldn't bear to do it, he could just let his subordinates do it.
He found two men and ordered, "Go, take care of that child."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned around and saw Second Young Master.
Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "Don't touch that child for now."
His words were filled with an aura that made people unable to not submit to him.
Uncle Rong quickly replied, "Yes, Second Young Master."
Ji Zuo walked past them and returned to his room.
Uncle Rong looked at the two men. "Did you hear what Second Young Master said?"
The two servants replied, "Yes, Uncle Rong."
Uncle Rong glanced at them. "The two of you, go over there too. Keep an eye on that child, don't let him cause trouble!"
"Yes, Uncle Rong."
…
Ji Zuo made a call to Tang Yu. "Uncle Tang, didn't the Tang Dynasty stay in the underground palace for a period of time?"
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