Hearing this, the maid shook her head first, then nodded, and then shook her head again.
"Then tell me everything you know!" Fengling Mengmeng said. She found that Ren Juechen actually understood her quite well, her personality and her favorite snacks.
However, she knew nothing about Ren Juechen except what she had heard before about his age.
The maid thought for a while and stepped back and said: "Master...the master came to Butterfly Villa when he was seven years old. Although the master is not the biological son of the previous master, the previous master said that he is the best heir to the Villa.
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"Then what?" Fengling Mengmeng continued to ask.
"Then?" The maid shook her head: "Actually, we haven't met the owner a few times. The owner has been practicing martial arts in a very mysterious place before, and he only came back recently..." The maid said helplessly, because she
She has only been in the villa for three years, and this is all she has known in these three years.
As for what happened three years ago, she didn't know.
"..." Fengling Mengmeng was speechless. Why does it sound like Ren Juechen is so mysterious?
Practicing martial arts in a very mysterious place? That means his martial arts are very high? Is he the most suitable person to inherit the villa?
These words always make people feel that Ren Juechen is a very good person.
But...he locked himself here, what is his conspiracy...
"Does your village owner have anything you like, or something you hate or are afraid of?" Fengling Mengmeng refused to give up and continued to ask.
The maid shook her head.
"You think about it again?"
Fengling Mengmeng was helpless. She thought that she might have asked the wrong person.
The maid held it in for a long time before she finally said one sentence...
"The owner... doesn't like bitter melons or bitter things."
"..." Fengling Mengmeng was speechless and could only wave her hand and let the maid go.
He doesn't like bitter things...well, this can be regarded as something he hates.
But, even if you know this, what's the use?
With a sigh, Fengling Mengmeng threw herself on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered her head.
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the other side.
The doctor in the village was helping Ren Juechen bandage his wound, but when asked how he got the wound, Ren Juechen remained silent.
The doctor didn't dare to say anything, but quickly treated the wound on his neck.
"The wound is not too deep, just pay attention when taking a shower at night." The doctor ordered.
But Ren Juechen sat there, looking ahead without focus, as if he didn't hear his words at all.
"The owner of the village?"
Seeing that Ren Juechen didn't respond, the doctor could only call out again.
But Ren Juechen still didn't respond. This time, there was a faint smile on his lips.
Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly stretched out his hand and touched Ren Juechen: "Master of the village?"
At this time, Ren Juechen finally came back to his senses.
"Master, did you understand what I just said?"
Hearing this, Ren Juechen looked a little embarrassed...just now...he was thinking about something and didn't hear what the doctor said.
"Alas..." The doctor sighed and could only repeat what he just said.
"The wound is not too deep, just pay attention when taking a shower at night."
Ren Juechen nodded, then waved his hand: "Go down."
"Okay." The doctor packed up his things and left.
Ren Juechen leaned back slightly and put a hand on his left shoulder, where there was still a slight pain.