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Chapter 268 has flaws and loopholes.

Alright! We've come full circle back to this question.

Song Beiyou stood there, taking three minutes to think about the problem, weighing the pros and cons, and considering the difficulties he might encounter next. "Okay!"

Old Bai jumped up and down on the spot, as happy as a seventy or eighty-year-old monkey.

"My goodness, I knew it! I, Lao Bai, have done so much good and accumulated so much merit. How could I possibly not be able to find a suitable person to inherit my mantle when I am about to die?"

Don't worry, I will definitely use all my knowledge to train you to be quite proficient, building on your existing foundation.

I assure you, with your intelligence and talent, you are absolutely knowledgeable in everything from astronomy to geography; in ancient times, you could have been a top-notch imperial advisor.

Song Beiyou's lips twitched. "Alright, alright, you're not young anymore, don't get too excited."

If something were to happen, she wouldn't know how to explain it to everyone.

Old Bai wouldn't have it, saying, "No rush, no rush, let me post something on my WeChat Moments first to tell everyone."

Especially Lao Jia, that guy always brags in front of me that you're the closest to him, let's see what he has to say now.

And then there's Old Zong. Even though he's not from Qingshuihe, ever since he became your grandfather, he's been posting on WeChat Moments all the time. I'm so jealous! Today I finally found a chance to brag a little.

Song Beiyou's lips twitched, and he raised his hand to his forehead.

This was a miscalculation!

So all that buildup by Old Bai was just to show off in front of his other close friends?

Ah! In the end, Song Beiyou was just too young.

Fortunately, this absurd situation didn't last long. Old Bai got back to the point, went back to his room, took out a classic book that was obviously taken from the bottom of a box, and handed it to Song Beiyou.

"Take it back and study it. If you don't understand, send me a message, send a voice message, or call me."

As for this young man, I'll keep him safe for now.

I know he has the information you want to know.

This can't be rushed. If I were to take action, it would take ten days, half a month, or even longer, since I'm getting old.

You're young, go back and learn from this, and you'll probably get it sorted out in two or three days.

Don't worry, I promise I'll keep a close eye on the person for you.

Don't worry about things that might damage your energy and spirit; compared to having skills, that's nothing.

Especially considering you're in a complicated place like the capital, and you've found a boyfriend with a rather complicated and dangerous past, learning some witchcraft for protection isn't a bad thing at all.

These words are not empty talk; Old Bai is telling the truth. It's already quite difficult for someone cursed by a wizard to survive in time.

It takes a lot of effort to completely revive a person and bring them back to their previous state.

Old Bai also knew that Song Beiyou had encountered many near-death experiences after leaving Qingshuihe and returning to the capital. He did this entirely to help Song Beiyou, hoping that she could become stronger and live a good life.

Song Beiyou weighed the book in his hand, then held onto it tightly. "Alright, I'll head back now."

She knew perfectly well that Elder Bai made her learn witchcraft for her own good. She had many enemies, and now she had found Duan Yao, who had even more enemies than her. It was inevitable that the two of them would face one problem after another.

The old folks in Qingshuihe all have her on their minds.

After taking a few steps, Song Beiyou suddenly turned back at this moment, looked at Elder Bai, and said, "Thank you, Master. I will study hard."

May you live to be a hundred years old.

Old Bai was most afraid of such sentimental words, so he waved his hand at Song Beiyou and said, "Let's go, let's go."

...

After leaving Qingshuihe, Song Beiyou took Jia Buxiu back to the capital.

In the car, Jia Buxiu told Song Beiyou what he had just found out: "I found call records showing that Han Xinyue and Bai Jingcheng were in contact."

However, after listening carefully to these call logs and text messages, nothing suspicious was found.

They're mostly about business collaborations.

Both the Bai family and the Han family of Gaoguo are powerful companies, so it's quite normal for the two families to have connections.

It seemed difficult to find anything fishy about this, but Song Beiyou found a clue in it.

How long ago did they start contacting each other?

Jia Buxiu thought for a moment, "Six months ago."

A smile immediately appeared on Song Beiyou's lips. "I heard that Han Zhenying passed away just two or three months ago?"

Jia Buxiu nodded, his eyes lighting up. "That's right, Han Xinyue only appeared in public several months after Han Zhenying's death."

Song Beiyou picked up the computer that Jia Buxiu had left in the car, opened the software he had developed before, and entered the names of Han Zhenying and Han Xinyue.

The information appeared instantly on the computer screen.

The above shows that before Han Zhenying passed away, his daughter Han Xinyue never got involved in any of the business affairs of the Han Group.

Han Xinyue, who had been living abroad for the past six months, had already made contact with the Bai family in China?

This is quite interesting.

“There are flaws and loopholes.” Song Beiyou put away his laptop, adjusted the passenger seat, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Jia Buxiu gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Judging from your expression, you've figured everything out?"

Do you understand why?

Song Beiyou closed her eyes. "Not yet."

It's not a bad thing to simply feel that things are starting to take shape.

Jia Buxiu muttered to herself, "Why do you look so cheerful even though you're not as happy as me?"

Song Beiyou: "I have a good attitude."

Upon hearing this, Jia Buxiu couldn't help but join in the laughter.

The Song Beiyou he knew seemed to have always been like this, except when facing his closest relatives and his own background, he showed aloofness and coldness, and strangers were not allowed to approach him.

As for other things, it seems that she can handle all problems with ease, and no one needs to worry about her.

Seeing her like this, Jia Buxiu gripped the steering wheel and continued heading towards the center of the capital.

Halfway there, just as darkness fell and Song Beiyou was about to enter her optimal sleep state, Jia Buxiu's phone rang.

At the same time, Song Beiyou opened his eyes.

The two looked at the phone screen; the caller ID showed it was Old Bai.

Jia Buxiu looked at him and asked, "Old Bai, we just left, is there something you need?"

Seeing that Jia Buxiu was driving, Song Beiyou took his phone and answered it, "Hello, Master."

This time, the title "Master" was used seriously.

Old Bai's exaggerated laughter came through the receiver.

The voice was so loud that Song Beiyou held the receiver far away. "Hey, let's talk this out. What's wrong?"

Don't laugh in a frightening way all the time.

Old Bai's laughter finally stopped after a moment, and he got back to the point, "It's like this, my deceased sister still has a daughter, right? She's returning to China, and her flight arrives at the capital airport at 9 pm tonight. I'd like to ask Buxiu to pick her up for me."

Jia Buxiu breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, I was worried you were up to something. We just left and then we got a call. It was kind of scary."

Okay, what's your nephew's name? I'll go grab a late-night snack with Youyou and then pick him up.

Old Bai chuckled and said, "Gu Panpan, not the fat as in fat, but the hope as in hope."