Chapter 2445 Madam Is Ill Again

"Master, there is one more thing." The subordinate stood still, hesitated for a few seconds, and whispered, "The Gong residence called and said that the lady has been in poor health again these days and has been bedridden for several days."

"Butler Cheng hopes that the young master can go back to see the lady. He said that the lady is in a bad mood. He saw the lady crying several times when he brought her food. If the young master can go back to see the lady, the lady's illness will get better faster."

Hearing that his mother was sick again, Gong Zeli's expression did not change, and his expression was also indifferent: "If you are sick, just go to the doctor, I will... If you are not a doctor, you cannot cure her illness. "

"Besides, I have nothing to do with the Gong family now."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at Gong Zeli, and saw that his face was indifferent and unmoved. After thinking for a while, he tried to persuade: "Young Master, Madam said those words in anger. You are the only heir of Gong family, how could you really have nothing to do with Gong family."

"From what Uncle Cheng said, Madam regretted it after you packed your luggage and left Gong family that day. But Madam wanted to save face, even if she regretted it, she couldn't just call you back. "

So Madam Gong was sick again.

In fact, she was not really sick.

It was just that this incident gave Gong Zeli a way out and found an excuse for him to go back.

She had quarreled with Gong Zeli once before, and later she called him back on the pretext of being sick, and the relationship between mother and son was slowly repaired.

This illness was the same as the previous one.

"She was just saying it in anger, I wasn't." Gong Zeli half-closed his narrow phoenix eyes, raised his dark and deep black eyes, and swept his cold eyes over his subordinates, saying lightly, "You talk too much."

His voice was very light, and he sounded emotionless.

But the subordinate felt a chill on his back, a layer of cold sweat broke out, and cold sweat also appeared on his forehead. He lowered his head and said timidly, "Yes, Master Gong, I was too talkative."

Gong Zeli's narrow eyes narrowed into a straight line: "Get lost."

How could the subordinate dare to say anything else.

Immediately turned around and walked out of the office quickly, without pausing at all, and disappeared from the office like a gust of wind.

After a while.

The door of the office slowly closed.

Gong Zeli took out his mobile phone, logged into his WeChat account, and clicked on the only friend in the address book of the account: Mianmian Buruanmeng.