Lin Yizhong's brain was working frantically: "Boss has already gotten the best doctor to perform surgery on Gongxi Yunqi. Even if he's got one foot in the gates of hell, they'll drag him back."
Nan Fei finally sighed in relief, her frail body staggered and nearly collapsed, but fortunately Xing Yu caught her in time.
Lin Yizhong glared viciously at Xing Yu's hand holding Nan Fei's arm, wishing he could grab a kitchen knife and chop that irritating hand off.
It's over! It's over! Fire at the front door, and someone's taking advantage of the chaos in the backyard.
The boss is going to get cuckolded.
"Lin Yizhong," Nan Fei called out sternly.
"Reporting!" Lin Yizhong answered brightly and robustly.
Nan Fei took a deep breath, her voice resolute and firm: "Pass a message to Huo Beijiang for me: tell him that if Gongxi Yunqi dies, I will sever all ties with him. So make sure he saves Gongxi Yunqi no matter what."
