C270 Take her to see her mother

"Alright, mind your own business. Remember to go take a look at Jing Haotian. I'll send you the address later. He really isn't just a minor injury in the news. Because he was afraid of affecting the Jing Clan's stock, he didn't dare to tell the outside world. It is very likely that his lower half of his body is already paralyzed. " After He Xiong Jing said this, she hung up the phone without caring if An Xin heard or not.

An Xin's hand that was holding the phone trembled, and her entire body froze.

What do you mean, paralyzed? His current medical skills were so advanced, could it be that he was really that serious and couldn't be cured?

"Woman, what are you staring at?" Gong Sheng parked the car in front, his face dark. Obviously, he had heard a lot of what An Xin had said just now.

"Gong Sheng, your news should be accurate, Jing Haotian …"

"The news doesn't say that it's just a light injury. If you want to watch, then we'll prepare a wreath first. We can't go empty-handed, can we?" The Palace Sage raised his eyebrows and spoke very naturally.

"…"

An Xin glared at him. Did anyone go to see a patient with a wreath? Did this man have to be so outrageous?

"Of course, if my wife doesn't like it, then so be it." He got out of the car and prepared to open the door for her.

"Does she like it? He didn't give her a chance at all, okay?" Listen, just now, who said that they were going to give her a wreath? This time, it's fine if you say that you don't like it.

Should he just give up on the wreath or leave it at that? This man did not explain, which was to say, she was taken into the pit by him again.

The moment the two of them returned to the palace compound, Guan Family Servants welcomed them with a smile, "Young Master, Miss An."

"Hello, Butler Ding." An Xin smiled at the butler.

The palace saint walked past with a cold expression.

"Hello, Miss An." Ding Qi politely replied with a smile before chasing after the palace sage. "Young master, tomorrow is the day of madame's death. Do you have any arrangements?"

Gong Sheng, who was walking in front, stopped in his tracks.

He had almost forgotten about this matter. In the past, he would remember it exceptionally clearly every year, but this year, he had actually almost forgotten about it. Gong Sheng turned around and looked at Ding Qi, "It's still the same as before, waiting for Old Man to go first."

"Yes, I understand." Ding Qi respectfully said and carefully retreated.

When Butler Ding left, Gong Sheng looked at the slightly helpless An Xin and said, "Come with me tomorrow."

"Ah?" But it's your mother's funeral, so it's not appropriate for me to go. " An Xin always felt that it was weird for her to follow him like this.

"Suitable." He hadn't had the chance to take her to see his mother before, but now that he had, he couldn't afford to miss it.

As he spoke, he headed upstairs.

Just as he took two steps, the phone in the living room rang.

Steward Ding hurriedly ran out from the kitchen to pick them up.

"Hello, yes, master, yes, yes." As soon as Tinch picked up the phone, it never stopped.

But just now, Tinch had called for the master, so the call was from the old president. An Xin raised her head and looked towards the palace saint. She had probably called specifically because of the news of the palace saint's mother's death.

It was the first time the old president had called because she had lived here for so long.

When Gong Sheng heard the butler address him as' Old Master ', he also stood there motionlessly.

He had no intention of going upstairs even after Butler Ding hung up the phone.

"Young Master, a call from the old residence." Manager Ding stepped forward to report.

Gong Sheng did not reply, nor did he have the intention to leave.

An Xin felt that her position was a bit awkward, so she hurriedly said something and ran upstairs.