The man in green walked in with his nose covered, a thin figure curled up on the thin single bed, he heard the sound of the door opening, and slowly sat up, his body under the loose prison uniform was thin and rugged, a face was thin and dry, a pair of dry pupils were covered with sores, and his head was full of gray hair that should not have been his age made him look even older.

Although Murong Jing and some people in the prison kept stuffing money in to let them take more care of his younger brother, more than 20 years of prison life still made him suffer from the world.

If it weren't for the guilt of having never met his daughter and wanting to make amends to her after he was released from prison, he felt that he would definitely not be able to live now.

The man in green's eyes swept around the room, and found nothing unusual, before turning around, bowing slightly, and making a gesture of invitation to the man behind him.

Murong Yan on the bed, looking at the man in front of him who was the prison warden was bowing his head like this, he suddenly wondered in his heart, could it be that there was some big man here?

But why did the big man enter his room again?

Just when he was deeply puzzled, he saw a tall figure walking in, and the man exuded a king-like aura all over his body.

Murong Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

Because the man in front of him was not a stranger to him, the prison inmates could flip through the newspapers in the reading room at will, and he could often see news about this man in the newspapers, Yi Beihan - the chief president of the imperial group MK, the richest man in China.

Murong Yan pursed his chapped lips and looked at the man in front of him intently, his eyes full of doubts.

What did he come to do?

Yi Beihan looked at the man in front of him who was only in his early fifties, but he looked like a bad old man, waved his hand, and motioned for the people next to him to go out first.

Seeing the situation, the man in green smiled and bowed, and hurriedly covered his nose and left.

Without waiting for Yi Beihan to speak, Murong Yan, who was full of doubts, took the lead in asking.

"Why is Boss Yi here?"

"Entrusted by someone!"

Yi Beihan said lightly.

“？”

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Yi Beihan stopped selling Guan Zi and continued to speak calmly.

"Your daughter-Xia Yan!"

Murong Yan was taken aback.

How could his daughter know this big man?

Because all the news he knew about Xia Yan came from his brother Murong Jing.

And after Murong Jing forced them to separate five years ago, he didn't tell him about Xia Yan and Yi Beihan.

"...... my daughter is with you?"

If it was just an ordinary acquaintance, it would be impossible for Yi Beihan to run this trip in person.

Yi Beihan smiled faintly and was straightforward.

"To tell you the truth, your daughter is now me—Mrs."

Yi Beihan's words were like a bomb, and Murong was not possessed by the soul.

What the?

His daughter is Yi Beihan's wife?

How can it be?

I've never heard my brother mention it, and the age difference between them is at least ten years!

"Your daughter is waiting for you outside now, the reason why I came to see you in advance is because I want to remind you of something!"

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know if you remember a little boy named Chu Lingxuan many years ago?"

Chu Lingxuan?

Of course he remembers, because ...... Because this little boy is the son of his lover Yi Meifeng.

It was clear from his expression that he remembered the name, and Yi Beihan narrowed his eyes and pointed out the theme.

"My mother is Yi Meifeng!"