Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

After Xiao Yiyan answered the phone, she was about to stand up and jump up, but pain came from her legs, causing her to fall on the chair.

"Don't move." Xiao Yichu said worriedly.

"I'm just so happy." Xiao Yiyan said with complicated eyes.

At least what I see now is that there is still hope.

"As long as you are happy, should you stay for a while or leave now?" Xiao Yichu asked.

Xiao Yiyan raised her head proudly and said, "Now that he's gone, why should I look for him? Huh! Of course I'm going back home. I want to cheer myself up."

Looking at her cheerful look, Xiao Yichu's heart sank.

The happier she is, the more worried Xiao Yichu becomes.

There is something called disguise. The happier the smile on your face, the deeper the loneliness in your heart.

"Okay." Xiao Yichu said.

After the two left, a figure came out of the darkness.

He took his cell phone, made a call, and said, "Mr. Huo, two women came just now and forcibly opened the lock in the house."

"One is a normal person and the other is in a wheelchair. He is about 20 years old." He reported.

Huo Jiu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the night.

"I know." He said in a deep voice.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Jiu turned around and looked at the books in the room.

"Mr. Huo, are you sure that Miss Xiao's legs are related to the love poison in her body?" The assistant looked confused. No one was sure about this question.

But Huo Jiu flew back, trying to find the answer.

"Even if she is poisoned, her legs will not be nearly useless. Maybe it has something to do with the love Gu." Huo Jiu said.

The assistant pushed up his glasses, stood up, poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Huo Jiu, while saying, "But once the love poison is planted, it will never be removed for the rest of your life."

"This kind of emotion can implicate two people. Could it be related to Miss Xiao's injury?" the assistant asked in confusion.

Huo Jiu said nothing. He drank the coffee and walked to the sofa to sit down.

She continued to flip through the book, thinking about her injured leg.

"Go on," he said.

The assistant responded, turned around and sat on the ground, continuing to flip through the book.

Time passed by, and soon a call came in and said to him: "Mr. Huo, I just informed Miss Xiao that she will return to the production one month later."

"Yeah." He responded.

"Is there anything else?" Huo Jiu heard the director hesitate to say what he wanted to say.

The director was startled by his voice, secretly wiping a cold sweat, and said: "Mr. Huo, if this drama is postponed for a month, I wonder if it will be able to catch up with the prime time."

"There's no need to rush, I'm sensible," he said.

The director listened and continued, "Actually, although this Miss Xiao has a good talent, if she were replaced by another actor, maybe she would also be good."

"Are you referring to Gong Ling?" Huo Jiu's voice was slightly cold.

The director also realized that he was angry and said in a loud voice without daring to breathe: "No! We will listen to your arrangements."

Huo Jiu hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

City S, night.

Xiao Yichu sent Xiao Qi back. She was sitting alone on the balcony and saw a figure walking downstairs from a distance. She ran downstairs quickly and saw Mo Qingcheng's figure.

"Is it you?" Mo Qingcheng was a little surprised when she saw Xiao Yichu.

The two got acquainted over food, and although they were not friends, they were still acquaintances.

"Could it be...this is your home?" Mo Qingcheng asked in disbelief.

When she saw Xiao Yijue's figure before, she deliberately hid. Now after nightfall, she came out for a walk, but she couldn't figure out many clues.