It was nine o'clock in the morning when Zhao Jian returned to Zhao's house. The foggy weather in London rarely saw the sun.

Zhao Jian looked at the sun, then looked at Ji Rufeng again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The two joined hands into the Zhao family's back house. After passing through the backyard, Zhao Jian pushed open a heavy door.

The smell of dust came, and Zhao Jian and others dissipated a little before entering with Ji Rufeng.

Like many overseas families, the Zhao family has its own ancestral hall, where many elders who have passed away from the Zhao family are worshipped.

However, I don’t know if it was because of this generation of Zhao’s family that was guilty or for some other reason, the Zhao’s ancestral hall has not been opened for many years.

The only time Zhao Jian remembers was the time when her mother passed away, and later she never opened it again in eight years after she returned to the Zhao family.

Having not stepped on foot for many years, thick dust was sent on the ground. Zhao Jian walked towards a certain tablet without looking sideways, and Ji Rufeng followed closely behind.

In the second row, Ji Rufeng saw a tablet, which read "The position of beloved wife Yu Xiangling". He pulled the corners of his lips, but he really couldn't see where Zhao Wei loved Yu Xiangling.

Zhao Jian took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the tablet clean, and then looked at Ji Rufeng, "Can you help me hold it?"

"certainly."

Ji Rufeng respectfully reached out to Yu Xiangling's tablet, and saw Zhao Jian looking at another tablet, which was smaller than Yu Xiangling's tablet. Just like Yu Xiangling's tablet, Zhao Jian carefully and carefully held the tablet, wiped it carefully, and hugged it in his arms like a treasure. However, the name written on this tablet was "The position of the beloved son Zhao Xuyang". I think it might be the younger brother of Zhao Jian's mother.

Zhao Jian just left the ancestral hall with two tablets in his hand, and the people from the Zhao family had arrived.

Zhao Weizheng and Zhao Weili looked at Zhao Jian blankly, with alert flashing in their eyes. They rushed back and didn't know if they were worried that the Zhao family would burn the Zhao family with a torch.

Not only Zhao Weizheng and Zhao Weili, but Zhao Jin has also arrived, but his face is worried.

Zhao Jian glanced at the person blocking her and said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

Zhao Wei's face turned pale, but he didn't get out of the way, "You...what are you doing?"

"From now on, we have no connection with the Zhao family."

As soon as these words were said, they were no less than a fierce slap on Zhao Weizheng's face.

Even though he has been in love with Yu Xiangling for a few years, he actually doesn't love Yu Xiangling. Yu Xiangling is a very pure person. He loves purely and has a pure knowledge. It makes him feel ashamed when he stands in front of Yu Xiangling.

As soon as they go out, everyone mentions Yu Xiangling's knowledge, Yu Xiangling's beauty, and Yu Xiangling's courage. No one compliments him. No, everyone compliments him because of Yu Xiangling.

Over time, he even wondered why he wanted to be with Yu Xiangling?

He indulged, he fell, Yu Xiangling could not accept it, and soon passed away depressedly. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He finally no longer had to live under Yu Xiangling's shadow.

But now, the person he least wants to admit is to be taken away from him completely by Zhao Jian.

The woman who truly loved him, devoted herself to him, and died for him in the end, finally had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Weizheng's lips were trembling. Rarely, he didn't feel happy.
Chapter completed!