Xu Zhao's current mood made her worried about letting him send Xiao Man away.
But Xu Zhao and Weng Ping both rejected Yu Wanwan's proposal.
"No, I'll just ask the driver to take Xiaoman off. Assistant Xu, please go to the hospital to see Mr. Su."
Weng Ping said and called the backup driver at home. To her, the drivers at home were safer than this 'Miss Qin'.
However, Weng Ping's actions made Yu Wanwan trust her more, proving that she was really responsible and really worried about Xiaoman's safety.
They didn't waste time on sending Xiaoman off, so they asked the driver to take Xiaoman to school.
Yu Wanwan's plan to go out failed again.
She locked herself and Xiangxiang in the room, and Xiangxiang was playing on the toy mat. She sat next to her holding her cell phone, and the news about Phaeton's president's car accident kept appearing on her cell phone.
In the past, Su Yanshen kept a low profile on all situations and wouldn't make news all over the place. This time, the car accident became a hot topic.
It must be quite serious.
Yu Wanwan scrolled through the comments, scrolled to the bottom, and exited the post. She found it was so quiet. She turned around and saw Xiangxiang asleep on the mat, holding two blocks in her hand.
Her fleshy little face was squeezed together by the cushions. She quickly put down her phone, picked her up, and put her on the bed to sleep.
She picked up the phone again.
"A friend of mine who works at Phaeton said that Su Yanshen passed away."
Seeing this comment, Yu Wanwan froze and her phone slipped from her hand.
The phone dropped to the ground, and the "dong" sound shocked her.
She picked up her phone and ran downstairs quickly. When she saw Aunt Ping coming out of the restaurant in an apron, she asked, "Aunt Ping, is Su Yanshen dead?"
She grabbed the handrail of the stairs and dug her nails hard, trying to control her trembling body.
Weng Ping was stunned by Yu Wanwan's question. When she reacted, she frowned and scolded, "Miss Qin, what are you talking about?"
Judging from Weng Ping's relaxed state, it shouldn't be...
Yu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers couldn't help but relax, and she turned to lean on the handrail of the stairs.
She clenched her fist and beat her chest to vent her hatred for herself. She hated herself so much just now.
Although I hate Su Yanshen so much, I don't want him to die.
Before Yu Wanwan could calm down, an angry female voice suddenly sounded downstairs, "Do you really want him to die?"
"lady."
Weng Ping looked at the angry Qiao Huixi in surprise.
Qiao Huixi came to Weng Ping, raised her hand, and with a "pop" sound, she slapped Weng Ping firmly on the face.
"Weng Ping, you can really obey Su Yan now. Have you forgotten who trained you as a dog?"
Weng Ping covered her beaten face and lowered her head to listen to Qiao Huixi scolding her.
Yu Wanwan looked at the scene downstairs. One was aloof and the other was as humble as dust.
She narrowed her eyes and raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
She picked up her mobile phone and filmed the scene.
Qiao Huixi was keenly aware of it, and her eyes suddenly turned to Yu Wanwan, pointing at her and asking: "What are you taking pictures of?"
Then he ordered, "Delete it!"
Yu Wanwan ignored it, locked the phone screen, stuffed the phone into her pocket, and lazily walked down the steps.
As he walked, he said: "The dignified Chairman of Phaeton, who has so many things to do every day, still takes the time to personally teach the servants at home. Isn't this worthy of praise?"
