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Chapter 1105

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Xiao Zhu snapped back to his senses and retracted his gaze from the rearview mirror. He started the engine slowly and replied, "Nothing."

"Oh," Ji Ya replied. She did not think too much about it and looked away again.

Xiao Zhu was Song Qi's confidant. He recalled the scene he saw in the car while waiting for Miss Ya.

If he was not mistaken, the girl who was talking to Miss Ya was that daughter of Missy, right?

When the car turned around, Xiao Zhu could not help but look out of the car window. That car plate number was the one that came to pick him up the first time he came to look for Missy's daughter.

He had a deep memory of that car plate number because he had lost it when he was tailing the other party.

Even when he went to check the car plate number, he could not find anything.

"Miss Ya, I saw you talking to a rather pretty girl at the entrance just now. Is that your classmate?" Xiao Zhu collected her thoughts and pretended to be curious as she asked.

"Not really. I just got to know a junior from another faculty," Ji Ya replied simply.

When Xiao Zhu heard that, his eyes narrowed slightly. He knew it. That daughter of Eldest Young Mistress was clearly not in the same academy as Young Mistress Ya. How could she know Young Mistress Ya? He reckoned that it was because she knew Young Mistress Ya's identity that she deliberately got close to her?

Otherwise, how could they possibly know each other when they weren't in the same department, nor were they in the same level, and had nothing to do with each other?

As Xiao Zhu thought about it, he felt that one could not judge people by their appearances. She had been acting cold and aloof previously, but he did not expect her to be so scheming in private.

Before long, the car arrived at the hospital.

After Ji Ya put on a sterile gown and entered the ward to see Old Master Song, Xiao Zhu told Song Qi about what he saw at school.

Song Qi frowned deeply when she heard that. She looked through the window at the daughter who was visiting Old Master Song. "Are you sure you didn't see wrongly?"

Xiao Zhu nodded. "I'm sure it's Missy's daughter. I can't be wrong."

Song Qi raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. She had a sarcastic look on her face. "What kind of daughter is born of what kind of mother. We were so careful, but she still managed to scam us."

What terrible news.

"Maybe he knows that Miss Ya has a good network in the school, so he wants to use it," Xiao Zhu said in a low voice.

The last thing Song Qi wanted was for Big Sister's daughter to have anything to do with her daughter. Hearing Xiao Zhu say that, her mood worsened. "How can a hooligan's daughter be worthy of standing with my daughter?"

Xiao Zhu saw Song Qi's annoyed expression and tactfully stopped talking, not stepping on a landmine.

Song Qi was quite annoyed. She carried her bag and paced back and forth in the corridor.

Ji Ya came out after seeing the old man. Seeing her mother's expression, she asked in confusion, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qi looked at her daughter and opened her mouth. "… Nothing."

"Is it really nothing?" Ji Ya didn't really believe it.

Song Qi smiled and explained softly, "I'm just worried about your grandfather's health."

When Ji Ya heard this, she didn't have any more suspicions. She patted her mother's shoulder and said, "The doctor said that the most difficult period of infection is over, and he's recovering well now. Grandpa will be fine."

Song Qi nodded along with her daughter's words. "Let's go home first."

She took the lead and walked in front. However, very quickly, Song Qi tilted her head slightly and tried to make her voice sound normal. "Have you met anyone special in school recently?"

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