Without waiting for him to raise his hand, the housekeeper automatically pushed the wheelchair and slowly entered the apartment.
As for the accompanying bodyguards, except for the two who had been following Gu Qianqian's mother and son, they all retreated to the black luxury car.
"Master Mo, why didn't you ask Qianqian where she went? Do you already know that she hasn't been back for several days?"
An Moran was sitting on the sofa, looking up at Mo Ran who had been chatting warmly with Gu Yuanbao, and suddenly spoke out.
As soon as her words came out, the apartment instantly became quiet.
Little Yuanbao drooped his head, the look in his big crystal eyes also faded, and he didn't dare to look into Mo Ran's eyes.
Mo Ran stretched out his hand to rub the top of his hair, and his crystal pupils shrank, "You are Qian Qian's friend, and naturally you are also my friend, Mo Ran. If you don't mind, just call me Mo Ran."
Looking at An Moran, his eyes dimmed, "You are right, I do know it, but originally it was just a guess, and I just got it confirmed from your mouth. If my guess is correct, Qianqian should have received it from me.
He started disappearing the day the letter arrived."
As Mo Ran spoke, he motioned to the butler to put the letter on the coffee table.
"What letter?!"
Little Yuanbao was the first to roll down from Mo Ran's wheelchair. As soon as his short legs moved, he jumped to the edge of the coffee table and reached out to flip the papers on the table.
An Moran's eyes moved and he took a glance.
"The formula for neurotonin No. 1... Qianqian got it!" An Moran was stunned.
"No, this prescription was not sent by Qian Qian!"
Then she refuted it herself.
He looked at Mo Ran with a very certain look, "This handwriting is not shallow. Although it looks very similar, I can tell that it is definitely not!"
Mo Ran nodded.
The way he looked at An Moran was obviously different.
He always thought that he was the only one who could recognize Gu Qianqian's handwriting at a glance, but he didn't expect that An Moran would recognize so quickly that the letter was not written by Gu Qianqian.
"Wait!" An Moran was a little confused, "You mean, someone sent you a prescription in the name of Qianqian, and it's Neurotonin No. 1!"
This is incredible!
It's like pie in the sky...
Mo Ran shook his head and his eyes narrowed, "The fake name is real, but the prescription is fake, so I concluded that something must have happened to her."
Mo Ran still has this bit of judgment.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have desperately wanted to go back to S City and find their mother and son, but I didn’t expect that it was still a step too late...
"Why are you so familiar..." A childish voice penetrated into the discussion between the two.
"..."
Mo Ran and An Moran simultaneously cast their gazes on Gu Yuanbao who spoke out——
I saw his little body half hanging on the coffee table, his little face almost touching the glass plate, his big eyes staring straight at the prescription on the letter, with a look of struggle and confusion on his face...
"It seems, but it doesn't look like it, something is wrong..."
Her little chin touched the glass coffee table, and her two fat hands tugged at her soft hair irritably, wanting to pull it all out.
With that look, you can tell that you are going crazy just by looking at it...
"Yuanbao, what did you find? What does it look like and what is not like it?"
An Moran frowned and poked Gu Yuanbao's pink and tender cheeks with his slender fingers.
"Ah, I see, something is wrong here!" Gu Yuanbao suddenly raised his head and pointed to somewhere on the prescription, his eyes firm.
"Mo Ran Shu, you can't take this medicine, it will kill you."
