Mrs. Ouyang took Murong Rong into the study. In the study, the enchanting Anna in red was sitting there.
Mrs. Ouyang said coldly: "Let's talk." She opened another secret door in the study room and left without interest.
Anna put away the documents on the desktop and pointed to the table in front of her, looking businesslike. "Sit down."
"Anna, why can't I get through when I call you?"
"The phone is broken, this is my new number." Anna handed a business card to Murong Rong, "Don't call me if you have nothing to do. The Yin family's house is under surveillance. If they suspect you one day, it will be easy for them to eavesdrop.
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Murong Rong took the business card and memorized it silently. This was agreed by Ouyang Ye in advance. For safety reasons, the phone number could only be memorized and the card could not be stored.
"Anna, how is my brother doing lately? Can I have a phone call with him?"
"No!" Anna refused flatly, "We agreed to do it once a month, and there is still one week left before a month."
"But, I miss him very much. He is still so young and doesn't know how to take care of himself..."
"I won't do it if I say no!"
Murong Rong gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't let me talk to my brother on the phone today, I will be uneasy and distracted. If something goes wrong then, don't blame me!"
Murong Rong didn't want to hold them hostage. Her brother was in their hands. If they were unhappy, her brother would still suffer.
But she really couldn't worry about her brother. How could she worry about such a young child?
Anna's tone finally relaxed, "Just wait, I'll mention this to Mr. Ouyang."
Anna asked Murong Rong to wait in the study, and she wanted to go out to talk to Ouyang Ye.
Anna had been there for a long time, and Murong Rong became impatient with waiting. He walked out of the study and passed by a room next to him, the door of which was ajar.
Whether out of curiosity or out of some other mood, Murong Rong opened the door.
It was a pink princess room, full of cartoon decorations and dolls.
In front of the pink window sill, a bald girl sat.
The girl's back was somewhat familiar, slender. When she saw clearly, the chair she was sitting on was a wheelchair.