After a long while, hearing that Lu Yao stopped talking, everyone looked at Xue Zhengdong, and Xue Zhengdong spoke with difficulty.
His voice was a little erratic, not quite like him anymore: "Will the old handsome die?"
Yun Qiao: “I don’t know.
He's still in a coma now, it depends on the situation."
Xue Zhengdong pondered again and again: "I'll go see him."
"The military doctor said that the old commander gave instructions before he fell into coma. No one except me would be allowed to visit him, and the military government also blocked the news."
Yun Qiao said.
"Miss Yun, you are a witch doctor. What do you think of the old commander's condition now?"
Xue Zhengdong asked again.
Yun Qiao: "Zhengdong, nothing is certain in this world.
Do you need me to save the handsome man?
If you need, you can call me aunt."
Xue Zhengdong gritted his teeth.
Does he want to save the old handsome man?
Maybe... I thought about it.
But when he said it, he seemed sentimental and weak, which was extremely ridiculous.
Xue Zhengdong's growth is indispensable from drawing nutrients from Feng Shuai.
His living expenses and tuition fees were all given by Feng Shuai; some of the forces he now controls were also the foundations laid by Feng Shuai.
Without Feng Shuai, he is nothing.
However, for more than 20 years, the two have never talked about the relationship between father and son.
Feng Shuai disdained tenderness, Xue Zhengdong hated him for the suffering he had caused in his life, and the father and son were deeply estranged.
Xue Zhengdong always felt that Feng Shuai was partial to him just because he was more capable; and he regarded Feng Shuai as his superior and was loyal to him while remaining independent.
And what is the reality?
In fact, he has not only ability, but also Feng Shuai's bloodline, which makes him what he is today.
He no longer has his mother or aunt, and the past has vanished into smoke, leaving only Feng Shuai as his father.
"Call me aunt."
Hearing Lu Yao said from the side, "You saved me, so logically I should call you aunt."
We are the same generation as husband and wife."
She rolled her eyes and looked at Xi Lanting, "My nephew has to call you aunt, right?"
Xi Lanting glanced lightly: "Auntie has had a good life for too long. She is a little bored and wants to find some excitement, right?"
He spoke slowly and carefully.
The threat is obvious.
Hearing that Lu Yao shrank her neck and complained to Yun Qiao: "He bullied me!"
"If you don't talk too much, he won't bully you.
He who flirts first is cheap."
Yun Qiao said.
Wen Luyao: "..."
Xue Zhengdong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.
Xue Zhengdong's mood improved a lot after they made such a fuss.
Yun Qiao told Xue Zhengdong: "If anyone in your family asks about this, tell the truth.
Now that I know it, I will definitely tell you.
The old commander left a door open for me, and he didn't take precautions against you.
If other people ask, you can just say it directly, don't hide it, as if we have something shameful to do."
Xue Zhengdong nodded.
Feng Shuai didn't show up for three days. Not only his family members, but also the cabinet were worried.
Someone came to see Xue Zhengdong to handle some official business. Xue Zhengdong didn't say anything at the time; it was just that he revealed a few things to his housekeeper and kept it secretive.
The more so, the faster the news leaks.
It fermented overnight, and early the next morning, everyone in Shuai's mansion learned that Feng Shuai was hospitalized and unconscious.
Some people clamored to see Father, and some asked why. For a moment, people were panicked.
"How did the handsome man get poisoned?"
"I don't know. It's not like you've eaten something bad at the wedding banquet, right?"
"I heard that it was not eaten bad, but poisoned."
For a time, rumors were flying all over the sky, and everyone in the Shuai Mansion was in danger.
Especially those who are in the forefront, they all have enemies that they have suppressed, and they are very worried that they have been plotted against and mistakenly thought by the boss to be the murderer.
This is a good opportunity to borrow a knife to kill someone; however, whether you are a knife or a fish, you have to weigh the weight carefully.