Whether there was a third person in that backdrop painting remained unknown for now.
After all, they had not brought it with them.
The Winery Estate was exceptionally quiet that day.
There was no sign of Candy, Zhang Xiaoran, or Fla. The Poulton Family Head did not appear in the dining room until evening.
The moment he entered, Qi Fanling grew visibly reserved.
Children had the keenest instincts. As the Poulton Family Head approached, Bo Lin caught a faint smell of blood on him.
He instinctively frowned.
At the Poulton Family Head's age, would he still get his own hands dirty?
Hua Jian asked him, "Have you eaten?"
The Poulton Family Head gave a cold laugh. "No."
Hua Jian paused, puzzled. "Why are you so angry? What did Candy do this time?"
Once the Poulton Family Head sat down, a servant immediately poured him a glass of warm water. He picked it up and took a sip.
The two adults and the little girl all watched him intently, their expressions remarkably alike.
The Poulton Family Head's hand paused. He set the glass on the table and said evenly, "It wasn't Candy. It was the person he brought here."
Bo Lin raised an eyebrow. "Zhang Xiaoran isn't your son."
The Poulton Family Head glanced at him. "You're clever."
Hua Jian's eyes widened in surprise. "He really isn't?"
That's so strange. That person at the banquet said Zhang Xiaoran looked like Old Man when he was young, and I really thought they looked alike. How could he not be his biological son?
Bo Lin glanced at Hua Jian, then replied to Old Man, "It's not that I'm clever. Zhang Xiaoran really does resemble you when you were young."
"A genetic match of 22.6 percent. Where's the resemblance?" The Poulton Family Head lowered