"I'll wait for her to come out," he said.After half an hour of observation, Fu Yan was lying on the bed and being pushed out of the emergency room by a nurse. Huo Mingzheng instinctively took a step f..." Huo Mingzheng hummed softly, "I suspect the other party used a human skin mask. That's the only way they could slip in and out of the neighborhood quietly these past few days without being noticed."

Qin Heng took a deep breath. If that were true, then the person behind this had terrifying abilities, practically omniscient.

I want you to look up who in the world today possesses this skill.

Qin Heng readily agreed, "No problem, just give me some time."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Heng rubbed his arms. The sunlight in his office wasn't very strong at this time. Recalling what Huo Mingzheng had said on the phone, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly walked out of his office and went to the other side of the corridor to light a cigarette to calm his nerves.

Suddenly, a strange and eerie voice came, "Dean Qin is truly hypocritical! He smokes to his heart's content, yet forbids others from doing so."

Qin Heng listened to the sound, his heart that was just bristling with apprehension suddenly felt at ease. He turned back to look at Ji Qing, who was wearing a softer blue today, looking rather pretty.

"Where are you feeling unwell"

"Can you expect me to do that" Ji Qing retorted.

Qin Heng only then saw the medicine she was carrying in her hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly; it was a blood pressure medication, the kind her father took.

"Come for a check-up with your uncle"

Ji Qing hummed, "The doctor gave us a green light. I heard it was your idea, thank you."

Qin Heng, while extinguishing his cigarette, lowered his eyes to look at his hand. "As old classmates, this little perk is still within my power to give you."

Since that's the case, I shall reciprocate as well.

Qin Heng was stunned for a moment, looking at Ji Qing across from him. The sunlight shone on her back, and his heart felt as if it were enveloped by the warmth, infused with a different kind of energy, suddenly beating rapidly.

Ji Qing smiled and said, "My mom mentioned inviting you to dinner before, but because my brother Ji Lin isn't in a good mood right now, we put it on hold for the time being. I wonder if Dean Qin would be willing to grace us with your presence for a meal tomorrow evening"

This sentence has way too much information in it.

Qin Heng first agreed, "Has Ji Lin let go"

Otherwise, would the Ji family have the mood to entertain him

Ji Qing sighed and said languidly, "He wants to go to Zurich to study finance. He's going to inherit the company back home later. He's pretty smart, so he'll definitely do well. I'm probably going to be out of a job soon."

Qin Heng opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Ji Qing's little milk dog assistant, "Nuisance," accompanying Ji's father up and down the stairs.

......

At noon, sunlight streamed into the flower room, where Huo Yuan sat in his wheelchair pruning the dead branches from the potted plants.

Agji walked over with a cup of green tea in hand, placing it on the long table in the middle of the flower house. "Mr. Huo, just leave these tasks to them."

"They were clumsy and careless, inevitably overlooking something and ruining my flowers."

Aji knew that Mr. Huo's flowers were all expensive and had been airlifted back from abroad. They had been well-kept in England before and almost wilted during the time difference when they first arrived. Under Mr. Huo's meticulous care, they recovered.

When Huo Yuan lowered his scissors, he took a warm towel and rubbed his hands repeatedly before finally picking up the cup of green tea on the table.

Lift the lid and stir the tea leaves.

Aji, turning towards Huo Yuan, said: "Mr. Huo, Miss Yan Yan has moved into the Golden Phoenix Mansion."

When Huo Yuan was seemingly unaffected, he continued to drink his tea, a slight smile playing on the corner of his lips.

--- Ah Zheng, how do you like this belated birthday present

--->y"Every sentence is a loaded weapon, aimed straight at his windpipe.He had just finished his run, his body a mix of sweat and heat. A masculine pheromone enveloped Fu Yan, strong and overwhelming. She...