As soon as I walked into the villa, I could see that there were many people coming in and out of the room, each of whom was rushing and his face was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy, as if the next person would be himself.

A depressing atmosphere floated in the hall.

"Even Mingze can't cure it. What's the use of me asking you to come! Didn't you just say it was down? Why is it getting burned again now?"

"Waste! All are waste! You can't even do this little thing well! Get out and get out of me!" A series of sharp voices came from the upper floor, with irresistible anger and hysterical.

Sometimes it may be accompanied by the sound of glass and porcelain breaking, crackling.

Su Jiuyu's peach blossom eyes were slightly deeper, and she raised her eyes lightly, "Mr. Song, this?"

Song Hongdong was both anxious and embarrassed, "It should be that Mingze's symptoms have repeated again. The insider was a little anxious. Please come here for the Ninth Young Master."

As soon as the two walked upstairs, they ran into the few people who were coming downstairs, and sighed one by one.

"What kind of disease does Mr. Song have? Why can't the fever go away?"

"No, I've been talking nonsense all the time, and it feels like I'm possessed. If I continue to burn like this, even if I'm rescued, I'm afraid I'll get a problem with the person."

"Don't talk about whether there will be any problem with the burn, this person may not be able to be rescued-"

The voice stopped suddenly, and it was obvious that he saw Song Hongdong standing not far away. One of them coughed lightly, stepped forward and bowed, "Mr. Song, we can't treat this disease, you still."

Halfway through the talk, he stopped and shook his head and walked away quickly, as if his life was about to come.

Song Hongdong's heart suddenly sank. At this time, he had no intention of asking what had happened just now. He rushed up, "Young Master Ninth! Hurry! Hurry!"

"How is it? How about Mingze? Nothing happened, right?" He said anxiously as soon as he entered.

As soon as Su Jiuyu stepped into the room, before he could see the person inside clearly, a teacup almost fell down beside his feet, and fragments splashed everywhere.

"What are you going crazy!" Song Hongdong was stunned, and turned angry.

"You are so embarrassed to say? My son just followed you to Zhangjia Village. He became like this when he came back. He also said that he had gained knowledge and now he was almost gone!" Fang Yalan ignored everything, and his eyes were full of his own son.

This was a sign of guilt. Song Hongdong held back his anger and stopped quarreling again. When he thought of something, he turned around and smiled embarrassedly at Su Jiuyu, and said, "I have invited the Ninth Master, don't let people laugh at you anymore."

"It's okay." A gentle and magnetic voice sounded in the room, with the unique texture of youth.

Fang Yalan then realized that there was someone standing behind her husband. When she raised her eyes, she immediately saw the iconic silver mask, "Nine, Nine Young Master?"

She had never seen and heard of the people who suddenly emerged during this period of time in Kawashima. More importantly, she heard that she had some amazing skills.

She suddenly came to her senses, "Young Master Ninth, come and see my son!"

Su Jiuyu nodded and her eyes accidentally passed by Fang Yalan, but she saw that her face was sallow and haggard, and she was obviously much thinner than at the banquet. How could she look so arrogant?

The corners of his mouth curled gently. It seemed that Fang Yalan had been tense in the past half month. Now it seemed that the few people who came down just now said something, and they were probably at the extreme now.
Chapter completed!