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nMu Jinghang was startled, “It was just here, by my foot! I only looked away for one second! It didn’t follow us out?!”

nJun Yexuan said, “It’s great that it escaped. I’ve been trying to get rid of that annoying thing!”

nJust then, Mu Jinghang said, “Oh that’s it coming over here. Wait, what’s in its mouth?”

nThe little fox arrived before the group.

nIt opened its mouth and a white bottle dropped to the ground and rolled towards Qiao Qing.

nThe group lowered their heads to check out the bottle. Mu Jinghang asked, “What is this?”

nQiao Qing lifted an eyebrow and picked it up. When she saw what the label read, her pupils dilated.

n“Where did you get this?!”

nThe firefox stuck out a paw and pointed behind them, “Ack, ack, ack!”

nIn the drawer of that big brother’s bedroom!

nHe then paused and added.

nThe brother in the sweater!

nBefore it could finish, Qiao Qing was already running.

nJun Yexuan and Qi Yusen exchanged glances and followed her.

nBack in the living room, Zhou Xin saw the way she ran and had a premonition.

nHowever, he pretended that nothing was wrong, “Ms. Qiao, you came back?”

nQiao Qing interrupted him and red blood vessels popped in her eyes, “Where is he?!”

nZhou Xin paused. He wasn’t sure if Qiao Qing found out something or what.

nHe opened his lips but no words came out.

nQiao Qing lost her patience and ordered the little fox, “Red, lead the way!”

nThe fox heard the anxiety in its owner’s voice and felt like it had no time to dispute its name. It hopped up the stairs.

nZhou Xin’s eyelid pulsed. He remembered that missing bottle he thought he saw and followed.

nBut he was near 50, not at all as fast as Qiao Qing and a fox.

nAt once, Qiao Qing and the fox had arrived outside Leng Yan’s door.

nQiao Qing turned to look at Zhou Xin, “Open up!”

nZhou Xin struggled up and did his best to act, “Ms. Qiao, what are you doing? The young master isn’t in here.”

n“I said, open up!” Qiao Qing yelled, “Don’t make me kick it down!”

nZhou Xin was shocked by the coldness in Qiao Qing’s eyes. He finally took out a key and opened the door.

nWhen Qiao Qing saw the weak and pale man in bed, her vision went dark.

nHowever, she didn’t dare to faint. In quick steps, she went up to Leng Yan, lifted his blanket, and looked at his wrist.

nAfter she felt his pulse for a while, Qiao Qing’s face went white. In disbelief, she stared at the man in the bed.

nThen, she shot a look at Zhou Xin, “When did he get sick?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

nShe basically growled that last sentence.

nBy now, Qi Yusen and Jun Yexuan had caught up.

nWhen they saw how sick Leng Yan looked, they were shocked.

nZhou Xin felt the blame in Qiao Qing’s eyes and his voice went weak, “Three… three years ago. But the young master prohibited me from saying anything! I had no choice!”

nThree years ago? Three years ago!

nQiao Qing grabbed onto Zhou Xin’s arms and her eyes went red, “Then, how did he get sick? He was healthy back then, right? How… how…”

nZhou Xin said, “Ms. Qiao, please stop asking. It’s futile to ask that now.”

nThe key was that the young master didn’t allow him to say anything.

nJun Yexuan asked Qiao Qing, “What illness is it? You don’t have a way to heal him?”

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