The present age of a father is equal to the sum of his son’s and wife’s present ages. The respective ratio between the present ages of his wife and son is 8 : 1 and the difference between his wife’s and son’s present ages is 28 years, what wi ?->(Show Answer!)

1. The present age of a father is equal to the sum of his son’s and wife’s present ages. The respective ratio between the present ages of his wife and son is 8 : 1 and the difference between his wife’s and son’s present ages is 28 years, what will be father’s age after 4 years ? (in years)

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