Chapter 422: Chapter 422: The Young Mistress Has a Good Appetite
Sun Qiuran cried as she shook her head.
Huo Yanzhao gave a cold smile, dialed a phone number himself and soon, the call connected. However, it was a strange man’s voice that answered, “Hello.”
Upon hearing this voice, Huo Yanzhao’s expression grew even more certain, he spoke slowly, “Pass the phone to her brother.”
The other party recognized Huo Yanzhao’s voice and respectfully responded with a yes. Soon, Sun Qiuran heard her brother crying, “Sister, what is happening? Suddenly, a stranger ca ho, saying… saying… you’re selling… working as a mistress… Sister, is it true? Please co back, I don’t want to be treated or study anymore, I’d rather die! Woo…”
The youthful voice carried the hoarseness of a changing voice, and the unique sensitive pride of a child his age.
Knowing his lifesaving money was all obtained from his sister selling herself, this fact nearly shattered him!
Sun Qiuran’s face turned pale, and she desperately snatched the phone shouting, “No, it’s not like that! Yuran, listen to sister, that man is a liar! Sister… Sister will co back to see you in a couple of days!”
After she spoke, she shakily hung up the phone and trembled all over.
Huo Yanzhao smiled faintly, “Miss Sun, are you willing to talk now?”
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Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
Although Su Zixi refused He Jingyao’s call with much determination, her mood did not get any better because of it.
Instead… it got even more depressing.
She knew, this was a case of pettiness, also known as… overreacting.
Unexpectedly, she also had her days, and it seed that He Jingyao was not planning to indulge her. After picking up the signal of her irritation, he hadn’t called her all morning.
Su Zixi felt like biting the corner of the blanket in frustration.
What made her even more depressed was that, during lunch, Li Bo took a phone call.
“Young Master… yes, the Young Mistress is already eating.”
The mont Su Zixi heard this, she knew whose call it was and viciously poked at a atball, while her ears couldn’t help but perk up.
Li Bo looked up at her and smiled as he replied to He Jingyao, “Yes, the Young Mistress has a good appetite, no need to worry.”
Su Zixi was about to stuff the atball into her mouth when she heard Li Bo’s words, so she had to reluctantly put the atball down.
With her ears perked, she anticipated Li Bo passing her the phone, but after a brief “hm”, Li Bo hung up.
Su Zixi felt extrely depressed.
She could only vent on the atball, mashing it with her chopsticks until it was all mushy.
Li Bo chuckled, “Young Mistress, don’t you like this dish?”
“… No.” Su Zixi sighed and picked up another atball.
Well, since He Jingyao thought she was angry, she might as well continue to be thought of as such. After all… she was indeed very angry!
She should at least stay mad for twenty-four hours… that’s what Su Zixi thought.
After lunch, Li Bo asked whether she wanted to go out for a stroll, and Su Zixi hesitated for just a second before nodding quickly, “Yes!”
She had been in Yangdong City for three days already and hadn’t been anywhere but the hospital.
Li Bo smiled and said, “I’ll arrange it right away.”
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In a very tourist-like manner, Su Zixi first went to the famous Challas Street to take a look at the President Mansion.
From a distance, the President Mansion looked like a castle, completely white, where each President and their family lived.
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