Chapter 435

ualities are too good. Unless he has undergone professional training, it means someone has given him a head start and he has rehearsed countless times in his mind. If I hadn't pressed him repeatedly t..."Xia Xinxing!"

Xiaoxia stood there, glaring at him menacingly, "What's the matter!"

She was crying her eyes out, her eyes red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was also red. She had just graduated from school, her youthful features still evident on her face, with tears clinging to her eyelashes as she glared at Cao Yuan fiercely and tragically.

Cao Yuan frowned, didn't say anything, turned and walked away, back to the car, took off his suit jacket and threw it on the passenger seat.

Originally, the car was already halfway to Jinling Mansion. However, he received a call from Caofang, asking him to return and send Xia back home. At the same time, Xia, who was browsing his phone, suddenly shouted, causing him to slam on the brakes.

He looked at the news on Xia's phone screen, and Cao Fang's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Ji Lin was in a car accident."

Cao Yuan suddenly realized that Xiaoxi would definitely tell Fu Yan, and Fu Yan and Ji Lin were like siblings. No matter what, Fu Yan would go to see Ji Lin.

All Mr. Huo wants is to keep it a secret from her.

...And Ho was right to suspect that Fu Yan would be suspicious. He had Fu Yan stay with Xia, while Cao Fang feigned difficulty and consulted Ho Mingzheng about having the phone call directed to Xia's side. Everything was done flawlessly, naturally dispelling Fu Yan's suspicions.

......

The nutritionist brought snacks for Fu Yan. Fu Yan leaned back in her chair. She had been confined here by Huo Mingzheng all day every day, and she was starting to lose track of time. She suddenly remembered that today was the fifth day of the lunar new year, which was Xiao Xing's birthday.

What time is it

She asked the nutritionist.

The nutritionist unconsciously reached into her pocket, "Oh dear, I forgot my phone."

She turned and walked two steps, glancing at the wall clock. "It's almost half past ten," she said.

Fu Yan gave a nonchalant hum, lowering her head to sip her soup. She didn't look up until the nutritionist left the restaurant, at which point she suddenly clenched her spoon.

Is she overthinking it

The nutritionist prepares nutritious meals and snacks for her every day, and she is very good at keeping to a schedule. Besides, some things take time to simmer and require strict control. The day before yesterday, her watch broke, so she has been using her phone to time things.

But I didn't bring my phone today.

Is he truly forgetting, or is he worried about her taking his phone Or could there be something she shouldn't see

That unsettling feeling in my heart surged back again.

Until late afternoon, Fu Yan sat by the window near the terrace watching the sunset. In the corner, two maids came out of the guest room and whispered to each other.

"Seems like there's no news yet."

"It's a pity, I watched his competition before, he was so handsome. I didn't expect to have a car accident during the New Year."

"I also heard that the Ji family is very wealthy, he's a proper second-generation rich kid, and he's even willing to work hard to be an athlete. Such an outstanding and low-key person, please don't get into any trouble! God bless him."

The sound gradually faded, and Fu Yan suddenly stood up from her chair, as if dazed.

In the evening, Cao Fang received a call from the hospital. After listening to the bodyguard's report, his face changed drastically.

He hurried out of the room, and as he passed the main building, he kept his composure, showing no sign of anything unusual on his face, until he knocked on the study door, when his expression became serious.

"Mr. Huo, the hospital called."

He froze, his hand gripping the pen, his eyes intense. “Well”

Cao Fang shook his head. "Two critical illness notices have already been issued, the situation is very dangerous."

"I understand," Huo Mingzheng's face was cold and stern, he said in a low voice, "Don't let Fu Yan know."

Suddenly, the door to the study was pushed open from outside with a bang, hitting the wall. Huo Mingzheng instinctively got up and walked over, supporting Fu Yan who had a pale face and was swaying unsteadily. that although he is a second-generation rich kid, he's really not well-known in Nancheng, and he's even a former second-generation rich kid.More importantly, he wasn't a relative of the Huo family at...