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Chapter 2061

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Ji Zuo grabbed him and punched him hard in the abdomen.

Nan Chao curled up in pain.

Ji Zuo said, "Are you still not going to behave?"

He put his phone aside and ordered, "Use more strength."

Fu Zhishen's cries became more and more tragic.

Nan Chao looked at Ji Zuo and glared at him fiercely. "Ji Zuo, you're courting death. I won't let you off!"

Ji Zuo's eyes were cold. "You and Fu Zhishen are the ones courting death."

He mentioned Nan Chao. "Keep a close eye on him."

"Yes, Master Ji."

Ji Zuo lit a cigarette and took a puff. His dark eyes glanced at Nan Chao before he turned around and left the room.

He went to the villa next door.

Baili Yu was helping Murong Ting and Huo Nan check on their bodies.

Ji Zuo stood at the side. "Dad, did you rest well last night?"

Murong Ting looked at Ji Zuo and answered him with his eyes.

Ji Zuo called Zeng Wang. "Send five sets of breakfast over. Bring them over personally. One set of children's breakfast."

Zeng Wang replied, "Okay."

In less than an hour, Zeng Wang brought it over.

Baili Yu called Chuyi to send Dacha over.

Dacha looked at Murong Ting and Huo Nan with wide eyes and didn't say a word.

Baili Yu carried her. "Are you hungry?"

Dacha smiled at Baili Yu. "Good morning, Daddy."

Baili Yu replied, "Good morning."

He kissed Dacha and carried her to the dining table.

Ji Zuo helped Murong Ting to the side and helped him eat breakfast.

Huo Nan looked at Ji Zuo and sat on the other side of Murong Ting.

Ji Zuo looked at Baili Yu. "Master Si, how's my dad?"

Baili Yu's eyes darkened. "I'll tell you everything after breakfast."

Ji Zuo had a bad feeling about this and frowned slightly.

Murong Ting glanced at Ji Zuo, indicating that he was fine.

He was more concerned about Qianqian!

He picked up his phone and typed a line of words for Ji Zuo to see. "How is Qianqian?"

Last night, Murong Yu's father had said that he would send the video to Qianqian!

Last night, he did not sleep well and was very anxious.

Ji Zuo scanned the room and looked at Murong Ting. "Dad, it's fine. I just spoke to Qianqian on the phone last night. I don't think she's up yet. She's pregnant and Qianqian is a little sleepy."

Hearing this, Murong Ting looked at Ji Zuo.

Really?

He wanted to ask if Qianqian had seen the video, but he did not ask because of Ji Zuo's scars.

Ji Zuo was such a pitiful child!

He glanced at the breakfast and gestured for Ji Zuo to hurry up and eat his breakfast.

After breakfast, Baili Yu glanced at Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo went to a separate room with him.

Baili Yu's gaze fell on Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo said, "Master Si, what's wrong?"

Baili Yu thought for a long time. "Her throat is caused by medication."

Medication?

Ji Zuo's eyes darkened.

Baili Yu said, "Ji Zuo, why did the South Court do this? Do you understand?"

Ji Zuo said, "I'll go out and talk to them alone."

Baili Yu nodded.

He went out and brought Dacha back to the Yu Garden.

Ji Zuo took out his cell phone and sent Murong Ting a WeChat message. "Dad, can you tell me what happened?"

Murong Ting's face darkened and he hesitated for a moment. "I smelled a fragrance in the room and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw him. Did he arrive in Nangang City?"

There were many things he wasn't sure about.

He looked at Ji Zuo and sent another message. "Up until now, I still haven't figured out who's the problem with the people around me!"

[I haven't been updating regularly these two days because my father has a fracture and it's quite serious. I've been writing while taking care of him. I've been writing this chapter while sitting in the car. I've been updating one chapter after another. I've been trying to keep it to eight chapters.]

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