Chapter 1057: This Is Clearly a Warning

Although it was a door-to-door pick-up, the other party was very cautious and handed the letter to the courier at a blind spot at the intersection.

“It seems like this lead is broken,” Lu Jihan murmured under his breath and couldn’t help but curse, “Damn.”

His hands hanging at his side clenched tightly, and his whole body tensed up.

Even though this trouble can also be safely passed, there is an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Moreover, he had a premonition that this incident was again related to the Yan Family.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that just after dealing with the construction material incident, a mysterious package was received here?

This was clearly a warning.

What exact entanglements did father have with the Yan Family twenty years ago?

Thinking of this, his brows knit tightly into a knot.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

After Yan Kejun slowly drove the car into the yard, he parked it in the garage.

After parking the car and just as he was about to get out, someone called him.

Yan Kejun took out his phone and glanced down, finding it was the secretary calling, so he answered, “Hello, is the matter settled?”

“Chief Yan, rest assured, it’s settled. Lu Jihan definitely won’t find out you sent that package. But this construction material incident, he managed to dodge it.”

“No matter, consider it a warning to him, next time I won’t be so lenient!”

After hanging up the phone, Yan Kejun got out of the car.

He headed straight into the villa and arrived at the study door.

He knocked on the door, yet there was no response from inside, so he directly pushed the door open and walked in.

Unexpectedly, his uncle was not there, so he had to go back downstairs and happened to see the butler passing by.

“Butler, where’s my uncle?”

“Oh, young master Kejun, the old sir is in the study of the other courtyard now.”

“Alright, I understand.”

The other courtyard is actually the old house where his father Yan Zhengsong lived before, later transformed into the current courtyard.

Most of the time, no one lives there, but every once in a while, the uncle will stay there for a while.

Yan Kejun strode to the other courtyard and knocked on the study door, “Uncle, are you inside?”

“Hmm, come in, I am here.”

Yan Zhengxiong’s voice was slightly hoarse and deep with some peculiarity.

Yan Kejun sensed the peculiarity and immediately pushed the door open and walked in.

“Uncle?”

The spacious study room, tranquil and elegant, with classic style wall decor and sandalwood ancient-style bookcases.

The book desk in the center was actually a study table, adorned with a lantern-style lamp and four treasures of the study, flanked by neatly arranged various meeting tables and chairs, and on the wall were hung side by side paintings by famous artists.

Without a doubt, those paintings were also favored by Yan Kejun’s father when he was alive.

Now they are collected and not allowed for anyone to use.

This study room is the only room with a significantly contrasting style compared to the rest of the house, with rich classical charm thoroughly expressed in the details, giving anyone who approaches a sense of stepping into another time and space.

At this moment, Yan Zhengxiong was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, motionless.

Perhaps because he remembered the times spent with his brother Yan Zhengsong, he seemed a bit desolate, head lowered, lost in thought.

“Uncle?” Yan Kejun called out again.

“You came?”

Yan Zhengxiong finally turned back, his eyes slightly red.

Despite his quick attempt to cover it up, Yan Kejun sharply noticed it.

“Uncle, are you thinking of my father again?” he asked.