The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Seeing Bijiang's focused expression, Xiji felt vaguely that he had become a powerful figure. This realization made Xiji feel a little guilty about his sitting posture, so he tried to straighten his sitting posture. He pretended to cough, and then under Bijiang's slightly puzzled gaze, he slowly asked: I want to run the textile factory myself this time.

Bijiang was a little confused, so she asked directly.

Xiji looked at her, sighed, and said directly: All the things I made in the past were done with the manpower and material resources from adults. This time I want to find a venue and manpower by myself, as I will need to be familiar with everything in the future.

Bijiang looked at Xiji after he finished speaking, with an expression that said, "Why am I having such a hard time?" and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. But after laughing, he thought for two seconds and gave a sincere suggestion: "Sir, I don't agree with your idea."

Xiji looked up at her with some doubt in his eyes. Some of his businesses were managed by Bijiang, who often gave him ideas, so he valued Bijiang's opinions. Therefore, he looked at Bijiang and asked directly.

Unlike Luyin's liveliness, Bijiang is always silent, but she can always get things done in this silence. Therefore, when hearing Xiji's question, Bijiang directly expressed her opinion, "Sir, I disagree for three reasons. First, most of the properties in and outside this city are owned by adults. If we look for them ourselves, we may not be able to find a more suitable place. Second, whether it is recruiting or purchasing, as long as we are in the name of the Night King's Mansion, it will always be easier to do things. The third point is also the most important point.

At this point, Bijiang looked at Xiji with some concern, as if she was worried that Xiji would not listen to her words, and it seemed that she was still hesitant about something else.

Xiji felt a little strange being looked at by her. He shook off the goose bumps that were about to fall out of his body, looked at Bijiang and said bluntly: If you have anything to say, just tell me.

Thinking of Xiji's usual behavior, Bijiang knew that even if she said something unpleasant, Xiji would not blame her, but she still felt that she had overstepped her bounds. However, looking at Xiji's clear eyes, she knew that if she didn't say anything, her son would definitely not think of it.

So, she bowed to Xiji, and slowly said in his puzzled eyes: "Young Master is the young master of the Night Palace, and also the young master of the adults. If the young master no longer relies on the Night Palace and wants to be independent, what will the adults think when they know it?"

Xiji was stunned when he heard this. He originally just didn't want to trouble the people in this mansion, but he never thought that not bothering was also a way of drawing a clear line. He didn't bother the people in the mansion, which meant that he didn't rely on this place. Thinking of the expressionless face of the Night King staring at him, Xiji shuddered. After all, when he first came, the Night King still left him with a very bloodthirsty image.

If the Night King knew that he wanted to draw a line between him and him, he didn't know what the Night King would do. Although the Night King was much gentler in front of him now, he had seen him deal with other people some time ago, and he was still so cruel and ruthless, and didn't recognize any relatives.

Xiji felt that his life was good now and he didn't need any extra excitement.

So he looked at Bijiang, sighed sadly, and said: You are right, I can't be too distant with the Night King. In this case, I will go to the adults later and have lunch with them. By the way, please ask the kitchen to prepare another duck blood vermicelli, the adults like to eat that.