Chapter 605
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Under An Xiaxia's astonished gaze, Mu Li stumbled downstairs. She looked back several times in panic, but never once did she stop.
The driver sent by Qi Yanxi was waiting for her downstairs. Seeing her in such a state, he asked curiously, "Xiaomu, are you alright?"
Mu Li chuckled. "I'm fine. I was just scared by a cockroach."
"Oh, I see." The driver believed her. Remembering his young master's request, he asked attentively, "Did you deliver the gift that Young Master asked you to deliver?"
At the mention of this, Mu Li's heart became colder and colder. "Yes, I did. Please send me back."
"Okay."
An Xiaxia, don't blame me.
You asked for it.
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Upstairs, An Xiaxia was crying her eyes out.
It was normal for a person to be at a loss in such a critical situation.
An Xiaxia took a few deep breaths, crawled to the coffee table, and dialed 120.
Her hands trembled as she dialed the wrong number several times.
When the call finally connected, she gave An Yibei her address and gave him a call.
The ambulance arrived quickly and took An Xiaxia's father away. An Xiaxia followed him into the car, telling herself over and over again, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."
When they arrived at the hospital, An Xiaxia was sent to the emergency room. He was fine, but he was old and had a small heart problem. Coupled with the fact that he had been feeling weak recently, he suddenly fainted.
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Thousand Islands Law Firm.
An Yibei poured two cups of tea and handed one to a middle-aged woman.
The woman was dressed in cheap clothes. Her chubby face was covered in oil and pimples. Her small eyes kept darting around, and she looked mean.
"... That woman is so pitiful. What's the use of being so pretty? When a man likes you, he treats you like a treasure. When he doesn't like you, it doesn't matter how pretty you are! A wife is better than a concubine, and a concubine is better than a mistress... "
An Yibei adjusted his glasses and interrupted her. "Why are you looking for me?"
The woman straightened her back. Thinking of the fat on her belly, she shrunk her belly and raised her chin. "These days, I remember Zhong Le's husband's name. I think it's... what's his surname again..."
An Yibei glanced at her coldly. "What do you want?"
The woman didn't expect him to be so direct. She was stunned for a moment before rubbing her fingers together. "One hundred thousand …"
"Heh …" An Yibei sneered. "One hundred thousand for a name? You really are demanding an exorbitant price! "
"But haven't you been investigating for a long time …" The woman said uneasily. An Yibei did not even bother to look at her. "I still have to work overtime. Forgive me for not being able to send you off."
The woman panicked. "Why don't we make it cheaper … 50,000 yuan? Thirty thousand is fine too! "
An Yibei looked indifferent. Confidence was the key to negotiation.
The woman was already in a mess, which was to his advantage.
He raised his lips slightly and looked at her calmly.
His phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a landline. His heart raced and he answered. An Xiaxia's trembling voice came through the phone. "Brother … Dad fainted. I called the nearest hospital. Y-you remember to come … Bring money …"
He stood up and said in a deep voice, "Don't panic! I'll be right there! "
An Yibei picked up his suit jacket and briefcase and was about to leave. "I'll tell you my name first! You can give me however much you want! His surname is Song! His name is … Song Huan! "
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