Gu Jingyan just went out to answer a phone call.
The half-dead and tragic state of Nangong ng lying in the hospital, he saw it through the campus network. It’s impossible not to be shocked.
After all, they used to be desk mates in the capital. This ti, Nangong ng ca for him, and seeing that her final outco was a severe injury from jumping off a building, unable to take the college entrance exam, he couldn’t describe how he felt.
How could that childish girl who loved to compete just jump off a building like that?
And just now on the phone, the nurse from the hospital called on behalf of Nangong ng, with only a few sorrowful words: "It’s Xi Zuzi... she... she hard ... please, help ..."
Gu Jingyan, who was rely feeling emotional, suddenly beca serious.
Xi Zuzi?
For sure?
That night at the bar, Xi Zuzi did leave first, and then the incident of Nangong ng jumping off the building happened.
So could Xi Zuzi really be related to Nangong ng’s jump?
"Mr. Gu, if you have ti, you should co to the hospital and take a look. Miss ng is likely in a dire situation, not knowing how many days she has left. I hear her repeatedly saying your na," the nurse’s words echoed in his ears.
Gu Jingyan sat alone for a while in his seat, then suddenly stood up and walked towards the classroom door...
Wu Qianman hesitated: "Brother Hao, should we tell Mr. Gu about the questions Zuzi worked on? After all, he is her brother..."
Wu Minghao glanced at the stubborn yet aloof back of Gu Jingyan and said irritably: "He didn’t ask, so don’t tell him! Hmph, what kind of brother? Little Ancestor hasn’t officially acknowledged he’s her brother. Besides, just thinking about this guy refusing to join us in posting on the campus forum irritates ! Who knows if it’s because he used to be desk mates with Nan Eng and can’t figure it out, secretly reminiscing about that Nan Eng and therefore doesn’t want to post?"
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The clock pointed to midnight.
In the VIP suite of the private club at Qingcheng Four Seas Hotel.
A man in a dark suit half reclined on the sofa, smoking a cigar. Unlike the n in other private rooms surrounded by beauties, there was only one woman in work clothes brewing tea in a distant compartnt.
His subordinate bent over and reported in a low voice:
"Fourth Master, Bao Gucheng has been staying in the capital these days investigating clues and hasn’t gone anywhere. But he hasn’t found anything; the clues are broken off with the Old President. After all, the Old President has been in a coma on the hospital bed for so long, it’s impossible for him to speak."
"Over at Qingcheng Mountain, Master Wu Ming’s work is nearing completion. There’s just one last ritual to perform before it’s done. He will report back to you in detail upon returning to the capital."
"Additionally... the white-dressed woman you ordered us to find still has no trace..."
Nangong Mo listened silently to the report, his cigar quietly burning.
The first two reports seed to satisfy him.
But the last one made a cold frost appear in his eyes.
A woman, could she really fly or disappear after searching for so long and still not being found?
The cigar burned for a mont, the white ash swaying and about to fall.
Nangong Mo just reached out to flick off the ash.
Suddenly.
The woman brewing tea put down the teacup, walked quickly over, slightly trembling, and extended her hands: "Fourth Master, let do it."
Fang Yui had barely gotten this opportunity to serve the Fourth Master tea, and she had noticed that the Fourth Master’s ash was caught by his subordinates’ hands, so she imdiately learned to do the sa.
She gritted her teeth, enduring the stinging pain from the smoke, and forced a smile.
Nangong Mo flicked the ash and finally noticed her: "Why is it a woman?"
Fang Yui: "..." Did he not realize whether she was a man or a woman all this ti? Or had he not even looked at her!
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