?Gu Feiran looked at Lele strangely, "Just make a phone call!"

Miss Yan's question is very strange. Now is an intelligent society, how can there be people who can't be contacted?

Unless the other person doesn't want to contact you at all, turn off the phone, computer and all electronic tools.

Lele blinked and asked, "You called Ning Xiaobao? Does he have a cell phone?"

Gu Feiran was even more strange, "Xiaobao has always had a mobile phone, Miss Yan doesn't know?"

Isn't it my sister?

How can I not know if my brother has a cell phone?

Lele clenched her hands into fists, her veins burst, and a voice came out of her teeth, "I didn't know it before, but now I know it, can you tell me Ning Xiaobao's cell phone number?"

"Of course you can, so let's see, Miss Yan, tell me your WeChat ID, and I'll send you a WeChat message directly." Gu Feiran said with a smile, secretly secretly delighted, he has no excuse to contact him!

Lele readily opened the WeChat QR code, Gu Feiran said Xiaobao's mobile phone number, and regretted: "Xiaobao never uses QQ and WeChat, so he can only call him."

He has always felt that Ning Xiaobao should live in the Middle Ages, and young people in an intelligent society are more antique than old men and women, which is really incredible.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

Lele waved at Gu Feiran, stopped the taxi, and reported Funiu Mountain to the master.

Gu Feiran sighed in disappointment and left sadly.

There are many pilgrims in Funiu Mountain today, and there are also many foreigners. The air above the temple is filled with the good smell of sandalwood. Xiaobao and a middle-aged man in his forties are standing in the backyard of the temple, relatively silent.

The man looked respectful, bowed slightly, and said, "Little young master, it was the master who asked me to come to you, let me give this to you."

"My grandfather has been dead for decades." Xiaobao looked at the man coldly, not believing it at all.

"Young master will believe my words after hearing this."

The man handed Xiaobao a box with a tape inside. Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, with surprise in his eyes, because there were four words on the box - Xiaobao personally opened.

"I have kept this tape for 21 years, and now I can finally hand it over to the young master. Young master, you must not live up to the master's expectations!" The man was very excited with tears in his eyes.

Xiaobao heard inexplicably, "What does my grandfather expect?"

"You'll know when you listen to the tape."

Xiaobao took the man to his wing, asked the little monk to bring the tape recorder, opened the box, the tape looked new, Xiaobao hesitated, inserted the tape into it, and pressed the play button.

"Little Treasure, I'm grandpa, you've grown up now, your father will definitely not tell you the glorious deeds of our Ning family ancestors..."

Along with the rustling sound of the tape being rotated, Ning Chenxuan's voice came out, and he talked for a long time also told a long story, but Ning Xiaobao's eyebrows tightened even more.

He just felt like he was listening to the Arabian Nights.

To be king?

Is Ning Chenxuan's brain flooded?

And I want to make him go crazy with him, of course... He will definitely not be crazy, only a fool would think about becoming an emperor, and he is also against the powerful government, he is not impatient.

"Master..." the man called, with anticipation in his eyes.

Xiaobao calmly asked, "Are you my grandfather's subordinate?"

"Yes, Master had a hunch that something would happen to him, so he arranged for me to leave the capital, and let me wait for you, Master, to come back to you when you grow up. It took me a long time to find you, Master..." The man said while weeping.

At the beginning, he never thought that the whereabouts of the young master would be so strange. He has been searching for it since five years ago, but every time he came back without success. If the young master hadn't gone to teach at the university this year, he might not be able to find and die. task.