Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

“…” Moody’s face visibly deteriorated, and he became angry, forbearing, and livid. He clenched his fists and bit his back teeth to bury the humiliation deep in his heart.

He was young and full of energy, and when he stood up and spoke, he couldn’t help but feel angry.

“Then I won’t bother Aunt Wo.”

“Well.” Eileen Wo was obviously a smart person, but she pretended not to hear, and waved to the servants: “Send you out.”

Moody looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to remember her treacherous and two-faced appearance in his heart, and finally turned around and walked away without looking back.

Ailinwo let him look at her, and only when he left did she sneer and say contemptuously: "You little brat, who do you think you can scare?"

A subordinate in the same black robe appeared beside her. The subordinate looked at Mudi's back and said calmly: "He is a child spoiled by his father."

Ailinwo said with unclear meaning, without emotion or expression: "Yes, it's a pity that his father is dead. Dead means non-existent. He still doesn't understand it. He thinks that if he bows his head, I will be used by him. The adult world is about interests. Mu Qingtian is dead, and the Mu family can't give me the interests I want."

The alliance between them naturally does not exist.

Why should she tie the marriage of the future heir to a useless waste?

Mudi couldn't figure out this reason and had the nerve to come to her.

Ailinwo didn't care about Mudi's little tricks, she had something more troublesome!

"Haven't you contacted the chemist yet?"

"Not yet."

Ailinwo stood up and paced back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back. After walking three or four times, she suddenly stopped and turned back to look back.

"You raise the price again."

"Yes."

"Don't go yet."

She called him back again.

The black-robed subordinate went back silently, bowed his head in front of her again, and didn't ask any more questions.

Then I heard Ailinwo say after careful consideration.

"You go to the middle contact and ask him how much the chemist wants. Let the chemist make a price and tell him that there is no upper limit on our budget."

"Okay."

*

The next day.

Qiao Nian received a call from Wei Lou.

At first she didn't want to answer and hung up.

As a result, Wei Lou persevered and called again. The buzzing of the phone interrupted Zhong Yiliu's words. Zhong Yiliu stopped and spoke to her in a good temper.

"Maybe it's urgent, you answer the phone."

"..."

After a brief consideration, Qiao Nian hung up the phone with Wei Lou, nodded slightly apologetically and said to Zhong Yiliu: "Mr. Zhong, I'll go out for a while and come back soon."

Zhong Yiliu shook his head: "Don't worry, I'll just tell you about his physical condition and the research progress of the antidote. It's not like we've found a way to deal with the microorganisms in his blood."

"Go and do your work, and we'll talk after you're done." Zhong Yiliu waved his hand.

Qiao Nian looked at him deeply, raised her hand and gently stroked his shoulder to comfort him silently, said nothing, turned around, opened the door and went out to answer the phone.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, Wei Lou called for the third fatal call.

Qiao Nian walked to a quiet place in the corridor and answered the phone this time.

"Qiao Xiaonian, what do you mean, hang up on me?"

"Something?"

The Pharmacy Association has not been able to develop an antidote yet, and Ye Wangchuan vomited black blood again last night, and the frequency of vomiting blood is getting faster and faster every day... She really didn't have a good mood to joke with him.

"Did you run into trouble outside?" Wei Lou heard the irritation in her tone and asked in a low voice.

The girl didn't answer, but remained silent. After two seconds, she seemed to have adjusted her mentality and asked him again in a steady voice without any clues.

"What's wrong?"