The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Fu Huaizheng raised his hand and glanced at the time.

It's been a while since I came out, so it's not good if you leave your post for too long without authorization.

He nodded to them, then headed backstage to the office.

Mu Changying rested in the corridor for a while, and they were ready to leave after the uncomfortable feeling completely disappeared.

The three walked to the end of the corridor, pressed the elevator, and walked inside.

The moment the elevator door was about to close, a voice rang in my ears.

"Wait a minute!"

Hearing this, they all looked up at the source of the sound in unison.

I saw a woman stretch out a hand to stop the elevator door that was almost closed.

She hurried in, just about to say thank you to the people inside.

When I looked up and saw the faces of several people, the word thank you seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I couldn't spit it out no matter what.

Tan Wanan's expression turned ugly.

"..."

Mu Changying saw this person's face clearly, and there was a cold look on his face, and a deep sense of alienation was rippling in those clear eyes.

Sensing the strange atmosphere in the elevator, Bai Mo stood back, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Ah bah, I'm so immortal, why did I meet Mrs. Gu? !

"..."

There was no exchange of a word between the few people, and the atmosphere in the cramped elevator space became more and more oppressive.

Soon, with a ding, the elevator reached the first floor.

The elevator door opened, and Mu Changying raised her foot and walked out without saying a word.

Looking at the back of them leaving, Tan Wan'an, who stepped out of the elevator and stood at the door, looked puzzled.

Being completely ignored, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

His face was ugly, and he cursed in a low voice, "I really don't have any education at all, there is no way to compare with Yun'er..."

Having said that, she suddenly stopped, with annoyance in her eyes.

Why did she think of Gu Qingyun? If it wasn't for that cheap girl who stole Mu Changying's identity and entered the Gu family, how could their relationship with Mu Changying be so cold? !

"Weng buzzing—"

Suddenly, the phone in the bag vibrated.

Tan Wan'an took out his phone and looked at it. When he saw the caller's name, he swiped the phone to answer it.

Her tone was gentle, her ugly face instantly became cheerful, and her voice was full of affection.

"Hey, son, what dish do you want to eat? Mommy will go back and ask auntie to make it for you."

On the other side of the receiver, came a calm voice, "Whatever."

Gu Xichen was silent for a while, and then said, "Mom, I just heard from the nurse at the hospital that my sister came to the hospital today, did you meet her?"

Hearing his son's words, Tan Wan'an's expression was a little unnatural.

She tightened her grip on the phone, and the inexplicable feeling in her heart surged up again in an instant.

She said unnaturally, "I didn't see it."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Fang, the person on the other side of the phone, suddenly became depressed.

"knew."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Tan Wanan's concerned words reached his ears.

She was full of worry, "Son, your health has just improved a little bit, and you haven't recovered yet, so you must not think too much, you know?"

"Um."

Hearing Tan Wanan's concern, Gu Xichen sighed, hung up the phone, and looked up at the ceiling.

He got so much care from his mother, but his sister only got neglect and abuse.

It would be great if he found out that something was wrong with Lu Qingyun.

So... will my sister stop being so indifferent to them?

The younger sister will be the little princess held in the palm of their Gu family.

Thinking of this, his heart ached, and his breathing became a little difficult for an instant.