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C1326

"Miss Qingchuan, why don't you put this on …"

Nanny Wang went back into the house and returned with her cashmere shawl.

Fang Qingchuan didn't refuse, because she felt really cold.

Soon, a dazzling light pierced through the night sky, moving straight towards the east.

Fang Qingchuan's hands were clutching her shawl, her pale lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes were brimming with starlight.

"Young Master, take care!"

She silently chanted and a sparkling teardrop rolled down from the corner of her eye.

The dazzling light quickly disappeared into the endless night. Fang Qingchuan, on the other hand, kept her head up, heading in the direction of the light.

"Alright, Miss Qingchuan …"

Nanny Wang said in a tender voice as she put her hands on her thin shoulders.

"Nanny Wang, he's gone. He'll never come back …"

Fang Qingchuansheng stood rooted to the spot, not moving a muscle. Her soft voice was filled with endless grief.

"Miss Qingchuan, I don't think so. Young master will come back. "How could he abandon you and Youngest Miss? That won't happen, don't think too much …"

Nanny Wang consoled him, but her heart was full of sorrow.

She would never have thought that Helan Xi would leave so quickly. Even she didn't tell him.

"No, he won't come back …"

Fang Qingchuan said with certainty.

"Miss Qingchuan …"

Nanny Wang's eyes were also filled with tears.

"…"

Fang Qingchuan didn't say anything else, just looked at the desolate night sky quietly.

When the night wind blew, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Miss Qingchuan, be good. We're going in …"

Nanny Wang's voice was also filled with grief.

"…"

Fang Qingchuan slowly withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and smiled at Nanny Wang.

That lonely smile caused Nanny Wang's tears to flow rapidly.

"Miss Qingchuan, no matter what, you have to take good care of your health. Don't let young master worry."

"Yes."

Fang Qingchuan, who had been silent for a long time, responded with a soft sound.

Five in the morning.

The sky was slightly bright.

Fang Qingchuan suddenly had a high fever.

Nanny Wang hurriedly called Gu Nianshi. Gu Nianshi, who was on duty at Qingning Hospital, hurried over.

At the same time.

Lu Yiyao finally translated the information that was stuck in his pocket. He was so tired that he didn't want to talk anymore. Her dark, narrow eyes were bloodshot, and the green in her eyes was very, very thick.

"CEO..."

Ding Mo brought the eye drops over.

Lu Yiyao took two drops, closed his eyes and rested for ten minutes.

Seeing that, Hee Shen gathered all the translated information and checked again.

He examined it carefully. Other than a few minor mistakes, there were no major problems.

"Third Young Master, what do we do now?"

"…"

Lu Yiyao pursed his cold lips, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

Hee Shen didn't dare to ask any further and just waited quietly to the side.

"Assistant Ding, someone is coming."

At this moment, Dark Guard's low voice came from the microphone near Ding Mo's ear.

"Who?"

Ding Mo's face tightened as he asked in a deep tone.

"It seems to be Second Young Master's car."

Dark Guard's voice was full of uncertainty.

"Second Young Master?"

Ding Mo subconsciously looked at Lu Yiyao, a trace of doubt appearing in his eyes.

"…"

Lu Yiyao still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Alright, I understand."

After Ding Mo finished speaking, he pressed the microphone and walked in front of Lu Yiyao.

"CEO, Second Young Master is here."

"Second Young Master?"

Hee Shen was stunned, then snapped his pen.

"Third young master, does he know that we …"

"What are you panicking for?"

Lu Yiyao slowly opened his heavy eyelids. His dark eyes shot out two bone-piercing cold glints.

"Third Young Master, you're not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."

"Assistant Ding, I'm sure it's Second Young Master inside the car."

Dark Guard's voice came from the microphone in Ding Mo's ear.

"CEO, I'll go down and deal with it first. You and Director Hee …"

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao was so cold that he forced out a sound from his throat.

Ding Mo left with big steps and closed the door to the study.

"Third Young Master, I've already copied the information."

Hee Shen turned on the computer again and shattered all the information that was brought in.

Lu Yiyao still sat there with a cold expression and did not take any action. He was silent for three seconds before slowly standing up.

"Let's go."

"Third Young Master, your computer …"

Hee Shen also stood up, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Lu Yiyao's desktop computer.

"He doesn't have the guts."

Lu Yiyao sneered. He took a step forward and walked around the desk.

Seeing that he was so calm, Hee Shen felt a lot more at ease. Ye Zichen turned off the computer, then walked out as well.

Lu Yiyao went to the washroom before slowly walking downstairs. Despite spending the night in front of his desk, his bearing was still domineering and cold. The clothes on his body didn't have the slightest crease.

They were about to descend the stairs when a dark reflection appeared at the hallway area. Immediately after that, Ding Mo's respectful voice sounded.

"Second Young Master, please come in."

"…"

The other person didn't respond at all. His footsteps were quite sonorous as he stomped on the marble tiles, one after the other, as if he was stepping on a drum.

"Second Young Master …"

Lu Yiyao stood on the stairs and raised his eyebrows as if he was looking down from above.

"Young Master Lu …"

Jun Moshang took off his sunglasses from his nose, and he had a faint smile on his face.

"Second Young Master, good morning."

Lu Yiyao walked downstairs with a voice as cold as ice.

"Young Master Lu, it's getting late …"1

Jun Moshang laughed coldly.

"Second Young Master, are you that impatient?"

Lu Yiyao's thin lips twitched as a hint of mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course."

Unexpectedly, Jun Moshang did not deny it.

They went into the living room and sat down. Ding Mo served tea and stood behind Lu Yiyao.

"Young Master Lu, I won't speak the truth. Since the things have been prepared, then follow me to the Dijing. "

Jun Moshang sat proudly with his legs crossed.

There was no discussion in his tone. It was completely a commanding tone.

Hee Shen and Ding Mo clenched their hands into fists. Jun Moshang's words were too domineering.

"Go to the Dijing?"

Lu Yiyao took a sip of the plain water in front of him and said faintly.

"Second Young Master, I don't have this item on my itinerary."

The words of rejection echoed in the room.

In the large living room, the air suddenly became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

"No?" "Why don't you just add them?"

Jun Moshang let go of his crossed legs and sat up straight. Cold frost hung at the ends of his brows.

"I can't add it."

Lu Yiyao cast a cold glance at him. The coldness in his eyes became sharper.

"Young Master Lu, are you going to ignore Zhaowu?"

Jun Moshang had lost some of his patience when he saw Luo Yuan refuse him. His tone became more and more cold.

At the mention of Jiang Zhaowu, Hee Shen and Ding Mo's faces tightened as their fists tightened even more.

"Second Young Master, 28 years ago, he already died at your hands once …"

Lu Yiyao said as he twitched his thin lips.

"You …"

When Jun Moshang heard this, his pupils constricted and his eyes revealed a little surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

"Second Young Master, you know best whether I'm lying or not."

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