Mu Jinghang was startled, “It was just here, by my foot! I only looked away for one second! It didn’t follow us out?!”
Jun Yexuan said, “It’s great that it escaped. I’ve been trying to get rid of that annoying thing!”
Just then, Mu Jinghang said, “Oh that’s it coming over here. Wait, what’s in its mouth?”
The little fox arrived before the group.
It opened its mouth and a white bottle dropped to the ground and rolled towards Qiao Qing.
The group lowered their heads to check out the bottle. Mu Jinghang asked, “What is this?”
Qiao Qing lifted an eyebrow and picked it up. When she saw what the label read, her pupils dilated.
“Where did you get this?!”
The firefox stuck out a paw and pointed behind them, “Ack, ack, ack!”
In the drawer of that big brother’s bedroom!
He then paused and added.
The brother in the sweater!
Before it could finish, Qiao Qing was already running.
Jun Yexuan and Qi Yusen exchanged glances and followed her.
Back in the living room, Zhou Xin saw the way she ran and had a premonition.
However, he pretended that nothing was wrong, “Ms. Qiao, you came back?”
Qiao Qing interrupted him and red blood vessels popped in her eyes, “Where is he?!”
Zhou Xin paused. He wasn’t sure if Qiao Qing found out something or what.
He opened his lips but no words came out.
Qiao Qing lost her patience and ordered the little fox, “Red, lead the way!”
The fox heard the anxiety in its owner’s voice and felt like it had no time to dispute its name. It hopped up the stairs.
Zhou Xin’s eyelid pulsed. He remembered that missing bottle he thought he saw and followed.
But he was near 50, not at all as fast as Qiao Qing and a fox.
At once, Qiao Qing and the fox had arrived outside Leng Yan’s door.
Qiao Qing turned to look at Zhou Xin, “Open up!”
Zhou Xin struggled up and did his best to act, “Ms. Qiao, what are you doing? The young master isn’t in here.”
“I said, open up!” Qiao Qing yelled, “Don’t make me kick it down!”
Zhou Xin was shocked by the coldness in Qiao Qing’s eyes. He finally took out a key and opened the door.
When Qiao Qing saw the weak and pale man in bed, her vision went dark.
However, she didn’t dare to faint. In quick steps, she went up to Leng Yan, lifted his blanket, and looked at his wrist.
After she felt his pulse for a while, Qiao Qing’s face went white. In disbelief, she stared at the man in the bed.
Then, she shot a look at Zhou Xin, “When did he get sick?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
She basically growled that last sentence.
By now, Qi Yusen and Jun Yexuan had caught up.
When they saw how sick Leng Yan looked, they were shocked.
Zhou Xin felt the blame in Qiao Qing’s eyes and his voice went weak, “Three… three years ago. But the young master prohibited me from saying anything! I had no choice!”
Three years ago? Three years ago!
Qiao Qing grabbed onto Zhou Xin’s arms and her eyes went red, “Then, how did he get sick? He was healthy back then, right? How… how…”
Zhou Xin said, “Ms. Qiao, please stop asking. It’s futile to ask that now.”
The key was that the young master didn’t allow him to say anything.
Jun Yexuan asked Qiao Qing, “What illness is it? You don’t have a way to heal him?”
