The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

In Anxiaxia's staggered eyes, Mu Li stumbled downstairs, turning back several times during the panic, but not once ...

Downstairs, the driver sent by Qi Yanxi was waiting for her. When she saw her like this, she asked curiously, "Xiao Mu, are you okay?"

Mu Li grinned twice; "It's all right, I just saw a cockroach and was scared."

"Oh, this is it." The driver believed it, remembered the master's entrustment, and asked diligently: "Did the master give you a gift, did you deliver it?"

When mentioning this stubble, Mu Li became more cold-hearted, and his expression was condensed: "Sent it, please send me back."

"Ok."

Anxiaxia, don't blame me.

This is what you asked for.

-

Upstairs, An Xia Xia cried and burst into tears.

People are at a loss in this critical state.

Anxiaxia took a deep breath several times, crawled to the coffee table with her hands and feet, and called 120 on the landline.

When pressing the number, she pressed the wrong hand several times.

After finally getting connected, after calling her home address, she called An Yibei again.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and took Dad An away. Anxiaxia followed the car and told herself over and over again: don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Arriving at the hospital, An's father entered the emergency room, but it didn't matter much. It was just that he was old and had a little heart problem. In addition, he was weak and worried recently, and then suddenly fainted.

-

Qiandao Law Firm.

An Yibei poured two cups of tea and handed one of them to a middle-aged woman.

The woman was dressed in a cheap stall, her chubby face was full of oil and acne, her small eyes twitched, her face was mean.

"... that woman is really pitiful. What good is it to look so good? Men look at you as a treasure when they like you, and it doesn't help to look good when they don't like it! A wife is better than a wife, a wife is better to steal ..."

An Yibei lowered her glasses and interrupted her: "What's the matter with you?"

The woman stood tall and raised her waist, remembering the full fat on her belly, and then shrank her belly tightly, and raised her chin: "I have these days, I think of Zhongle's husband's name, it seems to be the last name ... what's the last name ... "

An Yibei gave her a cold glance: "What do you want?"

The woman did not expect him to be so direct, rubbed her fingers before rubbing, "100,000 ..."

"Oh ..." An Yibei sneered, "A name is worth 100,000? You really are a lion!"

"But haven't you checked for a long time ..." the woman said anxiously, An Yibei didn't even bother to raise her eyelids: "I have to work overtime, I won't send it far."

The woman was anxious: "Will it be cheaper ... fifty thousand? Thirty thousand will do!"

An Yibei looked indifferent. Negotiations required confidence.

This woman is in a mess and is in his favour.

Raising his lower lip slightly, he looked at the other with a lot of time.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and he picked it up, showing the landline at home, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, he pressed to answer, and the voice of Anxia Xia's shaking teeth came from the phone: "Brother ... Old Dad fainted, I called the nearest hospital, you, you remember to come ... bring money ... "

He stood up shyly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic! I'll be right there!"

An Yibei picked up his suit jacket and briefcase and was about to leave. The woman was in a hurry, and said, "I'll tell you your name first! You can give me as much as you want! That person's last name is Song! It's called Song Yan!"