How Can a Father Not Want to Find His Biological Child?

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's quickly wash up and go to bed," Aunt Guo said hastily.

"You go ahead and wash first. I need to head into the mountains for a bit; I'll be back soon," Jiang Yexun replied. He went to his room, grabbed the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, and prepared to leave.

Aunt Guo quickly interjected, "They're probably still dividing the wolf meat right now. If you go, you might run into them."

"I'm not going to the front mountain. I'm heading to the one in the back," Jiang Yexun replied casually as he walked out.

The back mountain? Isn't everything from our family buried in the front mountain? So, has this kid picked a new location? Aunt Guo thought, a bit surprised. But considering how long those things had been buried in the same place, she wasn't comfortable leaving them there any longer. Knowing that the kid had learned to have multiple hideouts, she felt a bit more at ease.