All along the way, Yan Xianjue had felt that something was especially strange.
Not only had a distant relative suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but he also could not understand why his older brother looked so solemn.
Yan Xianjue said, "I remember our family not having that many relatives."
Yan Yi'an nodded. "But he's different."
Yan Xianjue said, "..."
Fine. They were already on the plane, and judging by Yan Yi'an's expression, he would not be able to get anything out of him anyway.
Yan Xianjue shut up, and Yan Yi'an quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He truly did not know how to answer. Everything had happened too suddenly. If possible, he really hoped his parents had guessed wrong.
His grandfather's riddles were more exhausting than work. On top of that, the monk from before had suddenly passed away while meditating at the police station. Yan Yi'an sincerely felt that his family desperately needed the presence of a Taoist priest like this.
But at the same time, he knew perfectly well that his parents would never joke about something like this.
Their guess was most likely true.
Even so, Yan Yi'an had brought along the Yan Household's medical team.
The moment the two got off the plane, bodyguards were waiting nearby to drive them to the school.
Yan Xianjue said, "...The trip Mom and Dad mentioned was visiting relatives here?"
Yan Yi'an said, "..."
Yan Yi'an said, "Could you save that question for Mom?"
Yan Xianjue fell silent, then rolled his eyes.
Even though he did find it strange, he was not the type to lose his temper casually.
Especially not at an old man with one foot in the grave.
Father Yan and Mother Yan had witnessed something utterly unscientific with their own eyes. The person who had