Chapter 209: Like a Meter Reader

Chapter 209: Like a Meter Reader

After about twenty minutes, Duan Jingming gradually regained consciousness.

The Duan family members were sitting around in the ward at this time, telling him to obey the doctor's orders repeatedly, and never make fun of his body.

The old man didn't say a word, he just glanced at Duan Yixuan quietly, and looked at the ceiling with the corners of his mouth tightly sulking.

Outside the corridor, Li Qiao was answering the phone with her back against the wall.

It was Academician Jiang who called and asked her how she was thinking.

Li Qiao gave an affirmative answer, and Academician Jiang said with a smile, "A child can be taught" and ended the call.

Turning around, the door of the ward opened, and Li Qiao and Duan Yixuan collided head-on.

Duan Yixuan was carrying a leather bag in his hand, and seemed to be planning to leave.

She bumped into Li Qiao's shoulder, exclaimed and took a small step back. When she fixed her eyes, she said sarcastically, "Everyone is taking care of grandpa in the ward, but you ran here to hide yourself."

Duan Yixuan looked down on Li Qiao from the bottom of her heart, and without outsiders present, she had no scruples about what to say.

At this time, Li Qiao was playing with her mobile phone, raised her eyes slightly to meet the contemptuous gaze of Duan Yixuan, raised her brows, and said casually, "You can do it with the report letter from Nanyang Police Station."

Duan Yixuan was caught off guard by this sudden inquiry.

She didn't have the slightest mental preparation, and looked at Li Qiao in shock, but quickly forced herself to calm down, pretending to be puzzled, "What report letter? What are you talking about?"

Eyes can't deceive anyone, the deliberately suppressed panic in those eyes betrayed Duan Yixuan after all.

Li Qiao glanced at her calmly and indifferently, not bothering to argue with her, when she opened the door and walked into the ward, she said quietly: "You are really... stupid."

Duan Yixuan stood outside the door with a panicked expression.

It was an anonymous report letter, even the police station couldn't find it, how could Li Qiao know?

After calm analysis, Duan Yixuan thought that Li Qiao was cheating on her.

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Early the next morning, Duan Jingming's blood pressure had been well controlled, and the Duan family went to the hospital again to discuss the follow-up treatment plan.

Li Qiao did not follow, and arrived at Jiangjing Mansion at ten o'clock in the morning.

Today, Sunday, is the day when Li Shaoquan risked his life to go home.

Afraid of being broken by her own father, she begged Li Qiao to accompany her.

Downstairs in the apartment, Li Shaoquan was wearing a newly bought black suit with a white shirt and a tie. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand. He even had his hair done specially, so he looked more refreshed.

Li Qiao parked the car beside him, watched him get into the car without a word, and remained silent for a long while.

Li Shaoquan fastened his seat belt, turned his head and met her eyes, stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, and smiled smugly, "How is it? Isn't he handsome?"

But it's so handsome, exactly the same as the one that reads the electric meter.

Li Qiao glanced at him and started the engine without saying anything.

On the way, Li Shaoquan felt like sitting on pins and needles. As he got closer to home, he became more and more anxious.

In a blink of an eye, the villa of Erbo Li Guangmao's family is in sight.

Li Shaoquan straightened his suit again and held the briefcase tightly in his hands, with nervousness and anticipation in his eyes.

The car stopped, and two figures came into view in front of the fence gate outside the villa.

It's Li Guangmao and his wife.

Seeing Li Qiao's car arrive, Li Guangmao walked forward with steady steps. His face over fifty years old was majestic and majestic, but he did not look old despite the vicissitudes of life.

Li Shaoquan was the only son of the second uncle's family. He hadn't returned home these years, and when he was sitting in the car, he suddenly saw his father's white hair on his temples, and his mouth puckered, wanting to cry.

Li Qiao opened the door and got off the car, came to Li Guangmao, smiled, "Second Uncle, Er Niang."

Li Guangmao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he glanced into the Mercedes-Benz, then looked at Li Qiao, nodded, "Qiaoqiao, thank you for your hard work."