Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Lan Yu looked in the mirror with a calm voice: "What's the matter?"

The dean personally hit it over there, and his voice was trembling: "President Lan, something happened to Sisi."

"What's the matter?" Lan Yu looked at himself in the mirror and pulled his tie.

The dean said quickly: "Isn't there a charity group coming to us? Sisi ran over and saw it... and started to make trouble, and now she shrinks into a ball, and... she also gave a supermodel to her little boy No one is allowed in the room. I don’t know what’s going on in the room. I don’t want to come out. I can’t call it anything. We’re afraid of something wrong, so we bother Mr. Lan.”

Lan Yu's eyes narrowed: "I'll be here soon."

He walked out as he said, his gaze fell on Xiao Rong Yue, he hesitated for a while or pressed the inside line to Secretary An: "Take care of Rong Yue, I have something to go out."

Secretary Ann came in soon, she was a little puzzled, but did not dare to ask more.

Before Lan Yu left, he looked at Rong Yue's small face again.

He bowed his head, and couldn't help kissing the little guy, very reluctant.

"If I can't come back before get off work, let Kevin take him to my father's house." He arranged in a low voice.

Secretary Ann nodded.

Then Lan Yu drove to Lin Sisi's nursing home, and the car arrived in an hour.

When the car stopped, he walked in and saw that there were many reporters and some fashion workers in the nursing home.

Lan Yu's heart sank.

He thought of what Qin Chen said to him. She said that she had a charity event, that is, he was doing charity here one by one?

With the dean beside him, Lan Yu's face looked very ugly: "I remember that I would allocate 10 million to this nursing home every year. Why do I still need these?"

The dean’s forehead was in a cold sweat, and he kept accompanying him: "It's our negligence. I originally wanted to make a name for it. How do I know..."

Lan Yu glanced at him lightly: "No matter what the outcome is today, you don't need to be the dean."

As he said, he walked upstairs.

Lin Sisi's small room was in the middle of the second floor. He walked over and stood at the door and knocked on the door.

The nurse who usually takes care of Sisi was on the sidelines, just about to speak, Lan Yu glanced at her: "Don't make a noise."

The little nurse pursed her mouth, and didn't dare to speak any more.

Lan Yu waited quietly, there was no movement inside.

He cleared his throat with a low voice: "Sisi, I'm here."

With that said, gently open the door...

A scream came from inside.

He was stunned and immediately pushed the door open, and he saw Sisi's forehead bleeding.

And it was not someone else who was pestering her, it was Qin Chen he expected.

Lan Yu was dumbfounded, and then slammed back, and Lin Sisi plunged into his arms: "Lan Yu."

Lan Yu hugged her, and did not hesitate to look aside Qin Chen, carefully holding Lin Sisi's head to examine the wound: "Why did you bump into it?"

Lin Sisi bit her lip with a small voice; "She hit it."

Lan Yu raised his eyes and looked at Qin Chen who was aside, frowning: "Did you hit it?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Chen's mouth: "Yes. Are you distressed?"

She didn't bother to deny it, and didn't want to tell him that he heard his voice, the little idiot in his arms suddenly smashed his head...and then framed her.

Qin Chen confessed this straightforwardly, making Lan Yu's expression even more ugly: "Qin Chen, do you still have the heart, she is like this now, you should treat her like this!"