After making the oath, Sikong Lingge's forehead was completely covered with cold sweat.
Mrs. Feng ignored this, threw the pen and certificate at Sikong Lingge's feet, "Sign it!"
Sikong Lingge bent down, picked it up tremblingly, and wrote his name on the certificate with difficulty.
Mrs. Feng took it, checked it carefully, confirmed that it was correct, folded it and put it in her bag.
"You can go to see Li Ye now," said Mrs. Feng.
Sikong Coach shook his head, "No need."
He proposed to meet Li Ye because he wanted to ask Li Ye for help.
Now……
There is no need anymore.
Mrs. Feng stared at her, her brown eyes were cold.
As it turned out, she guessed correctly. Sikong Guaige proposed to meet Li Ye, which was definitely not a good thing!
This naughty girl doesn't care about Li Ye's life and death at all, she only cares about Shangguan Zhixing and her children!
Sikong Guge was stiff all over, and he had no feeling of Mrs. Feng's sight. He stuttered, "Knowledge and action..."
"Don't worry, Shangguan Zhixing is Li Ye's hope. I won't make things difficult for her. I'll ask someone to send Shangguan Zhixing back in a while."
Sikong Coach nodded, "Is there anything else? If not, I want to go back first..."
Her mind is very messy, so she needs to calm down.
"Send her back." Mrs. Feng ordered the bodyguard, "No mistakes are allowed, otherwise I want your head!"
"yes."
"No need to worry, I'll go back by myself." Sikong Guge refused, turned around and walked towards the door.
She doesn't want to see anyone related to the Feng family now.
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People come and go in the corridor.
All kinds of footsteps were filled with my ears: anxious, heavy, desperate, and relieved...
Sikong Lingge held the bag tightly and walked slowly, her steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so heavy that she stopped to rest every few steps she took.
"Ba"
I was not watching the road at all and bumped into someone head-on.
Sikong Lingge staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, his elbows were scratched and blood was oozing.
She stood up without any notice and continued to move forward staggeringly.
"Miss, are you okay?" The old lady who was hit originally wanted to blame Sikong Lingge for not being depressed when walking. Seeing her in a daze, she asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, thank you..." Sikong Lingge came to his senses and smiled weakly at the aunt.
"Your hand is bleeding. Go and check in and let the doctor see." The aunt reached out to support her.
Blood?
Sikong Lingge looked down—
Sure enough, there were several more scratches on the arm, and blood was leaking out from red, but it was not too serious.
"No need." Sikong Cooge shook his head, "I just wiped some skin, I'll go out and buy a band-tip."
The aunt looked at Sikong Lingge, but it was not serious, so she didn't persist and let go of her hands.
"Then you worry about it yourself, don't be confused anymore. Even if you have any sad things, don't joke about your life. Fortunately, it was in the corridor just now. If it were on the main road, it would be dangerous."
"I understand, thank you." Sikong Lingge looked at the aunt gratefully, turned around and left.
The aunt stood there and watched with concern.
According to her estimate, Sikong Lingge still found out.