"Okay." Xia Dongye was stunned for three seconds, nodded, quickly hung up the phone and got up, calling Song Haiyue who had already walked to the door, "Miss Song, please wait a moment!"
Haiyue turned around in a daze, her voice so thin that she could hardly be heard, "Doctor Xia, what else do you have?"
Xia Dongye took off his white robe and hung it on the clothes hanger. He took the car key and walked to Haiyue, saying, "Let's go, Jingqiu let me take you there."
Haiyue stood in front of Sikong's house, staring at the exquisite building behind the door in a daze.
This is the second time that Song Haiyue has entered the Sikong family. Although she has seen the luxury and financial resources of the Sikong family for a long time, when she saw it again, Haiyue was still shocked and became more convinced of her inner thoughts.
No matter what method is used, she will definitely not let Du Yunyan die!
Haiyue took a deep breath, reached out her hand, trembled slightly, and then stood there nervously waiting.
The door opened soon, and Haiyue saw a middle-aged man in a suit, about fifty years old, appearing behind the door, and bowed and greeted: "Hello! I'm here to find Mr. Sikong!"
The middle-aged man looked her up and down and said, "Come in, the young master is waiting for you inside."
After speaking, he walked towards the main house without looking back.
"Thank you, thank you." Haiyue nodded and trotted to catch up with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took Haiyue around the big mansion and walked for about five minutes, and then stopped in front of a white room on the third floor.
The middle-aged man knocked on the door and said expressionlessly: "Young Master, the man has already brought it."
No sound came from inside.
Why didn’t you say anything? Sikong Jingqiu suddenly regretted it?
Haiyue twisted her hands nervously and waited. Just as Haiyue was about to squeeze her hands, a low noise came from the door, "Let her come in."
"Yes." The middle-aged man pushed open the door and made a gesture of inviting him, "Get in."
Haiyue bit her lip, tensely stiffened her body, and walked in small steps, not daring to look around at all.
The low male voice rang again, "It's not your business, go out and lock the door. Without my orders, no one is allowed to come to the third floor."
"Yes." The middle-aged man's voice came from behind, followed by the "crack" sound of the door closing, and Haiyue couldn't help but shake.
Sikong Jingqiu looked at the person who was offended at the door and frowned, "What are you doing standing there? Didn't you look for me if you have something to do? Come here."
Song Haiyue, don’t be afraid!
Haiyue shouted to herself in her heart, and then walked step by step towards the origin of the sound. Until she saw Sikong Jingqiu's feet wearing home shoes, she stopped and greeted her timidly: "Si, Mr. Sikong,
Hello, you."
Why are you looking ugly with your head down? Sikong Jingqiu looked at the whirl of her head and said unhappily, "What are you doing with your head down? Raise your head!"
He hates others facing themselves with their heads!
"Yes!" Haiyue slowly raised her head, but was startled by Sikong Jingqiu's clothes, and her face turned red in an instant.
Sikong Jingqiu gracefully leaned beside the desk, and his whole body exuded a lazy smell. His hair seemed to have just washed and fell on his forehead in a mess. Haiyue seemed to be able to smell the faintness coming from his hair.
The fragrance of shampoo was wearing a dark red nightgown, but it was not pulled properly. The front was loosened, revealing a large area of slightly bronzed skin...