Zhang Yuan smiled.

"My brother has always liked to travel and his whereabouts are uncertain. I can't say good about his whereabouts."

Beimen Zhiying smiled bitterly.

Zhang Yuan showed thoughts, smiled slightly, and stopped asking more questions.

Soon, a few people came to the front of a huge mansion.

In front of the mansion, white silk was hung, paper money was sprinkled on the ground, and on both sides of the road were filled with servants wearing mourning clothes.

Zhang Yuan's face was slightly stunned.

Someone in the Beimen family died?

"Miss Zhiying, this ```"

He looked at Zhiying, Beimen.

Zhiying, Beimen Gate, also had a change in her pretty face, and she accelerated her pace and walked towards the mansion.
Chapter completed!