Ziqiu also knew what Luo Xiu was going to do this time in O Continent.
The infamous house may have been entrenched for nearly a Hundred Years, but with Sikong Shan around, Luo Xiu’s own strength wasn’t lacking. How did it end up like this?
Luo Xiu seemed to just wake up from a nightmare, his eyes wide open, staring at Ziqiu, filled with fear and disbelief.
"Uncle, it’s me." Ziqiu patiently said, "What exactly happened?"
Luo Xiu was about to speak but couldn’t catch his breath. His eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
Ziqiu’s expression changed, immediately pressing on one of Luo Xiu’s acupoints, then looked up: "Dad, we must send Uncle to the hospital quickly, his condition is very bad."
"Alright, alright, alright." Without needing further instruction, Father Luo dialed the phone number, "Hey, Ziqiu, go ask Sikong Shan about it."
Ziqiu nodded and called Sikong Shan.
However, no matter how many times he dialed, only a cold female voice responded: "The number you have dialed is on another call, please try again later..."
Ziqiu froze suddenly.
Has the Luo Family been... blacklisted by Sikong Shan?
What is happening?
Ziqiu’s heart was extremely agitated. He waved his hand and called the butler: "Go, find out the news from the capital."
For some reason, he always had a bad premonition.
At the moment, just a street away from the Luo Family is the Gu Family.
"Miss Hongxiu." The servant stepped forward respectfully, "All the materials you need are ready. Do you want me to send a few disciples to accompany you to go?"
"No need, I’ll go to the capital myself to meet Di Wu Yue." Gu Hongxiu’s eyes flickered slightly, "This kind of simple matter doesn’t need accompanying personnel."
She couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t be worse than a playboy of the third generation.
**
The next morning.
The plane stopped above a homestay.
Di Wu Yue looked up and saw the familiar emblem on the plane — a golden iris.
The cabin door opened, and a slender figure jumped down.
In the night, the young man had dazzling golden hair
There were faint dark circles under his eyes
Di Wu Yue was stunned.
A week without seeing him felt like several years had passed.
"What are you staring at?" Xize saw the girl staring at him in a daze, the base of his ears slightly reddened, but his expression remained cool, "Get on."
Her creditor was so strange, so obedient today.
Has The Sun really risen from the west?
Oh well, why bother about so much.
The soft chair was also custom-made by the Lorentz Family, many times more comfortable than the bed in the homestay.
Di Wu Yue kept eating, soon fell asleep again.
And started to snore lightly.
The trip to the infamous house might not have been troublesome for Di Wu Yue, but it certainly drained a lot of her energy.
Xize stood up, walked to the soft chair, bent down, and picked up the girl, gently placing her on the big velvet bed.
He sat on the bedside, reached out his hand, and poked Di Wu Yue’s chubby cheeks, his eyelashes lowered: "Pig."
Eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats.
Luckily, he had plenty of money to support it.
After Di Wu Yue was completely asleep, Xize got up, went to the restroom, and pressed a number.
Once the call connected, he spoke directly: "Get ready, I’m getting married."
Job was surprised enough to choke: "Cough... Master, what did you say?"

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