So Su Qingluan handed the book to him and asked without hesitation, facing Song Bo's sharp gaze, "Is Mu Xingzhi 'sick', or is he not in this yard at all?"

Song Bo paused as he took the book from Su Qingluan and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, Madam Su."

Su Qingluan lowered her eyes and glanced at Song Bo. "If he really didn't know, Song Bo wouldn't have hesitated for even a moment, right? Was he surprised that I revealed his secret? Or was he trying to silence me? After all, Song Bo came from the military, so it would be easy for him to deal with a weak little girl like me."

After hearing what Su Qingluan said, Song Bo did not show any fierce look on his face. Instead, he stared at her with a strange expression, which made Su Qingluan feel full of questions.

However, Song Bo didn't say anything. He just asked her to wait at the door and turned to go into the house.

A moment later, Song Bo came out again and said calmly, "Madam Su, the boss wants us to come inside and talk."

After Su Qingluan heard what Song Bo said, she knew that the other party did have some plans for her - although she felt unhappy about being used, she had to save her life anyway, so at this time, "being able to be used" was actually a happy thing.

However, there was one thing that concerned her.

"Song Bo, can I ask you something?" Su Qingluan decided to satisfy her curiosity. "What were you staring at me just now?"

Su Qingluan actually had several assumptions in her mind. For example, the other party might think that a little girl of thirteen or fourteen like her was not simple, or that she was talking nonsense.

No matter which version, Su Qingluan imagines herself to be very cool.

Unexpectedly, Song Bo said leisurely: "Madam Su said that she was a weak woman who was 'powerless enough to tie a chicken'. She is really too modest."

Su Qingluan: ...

She really wanted to go back to a moment ago and close her mouth that was full of curiosity!

Su Qingluan muttered silently in her heart with a speechless look on her face: Since he is still in the mood to joke, then the possibility of my survival should be greater... right?

She had to admit that, although she knew rationally that neither Mu Xingzhi nor Song Bo were irrational and cruel people, as long as she offered enough chips, not only could she save her life, she might even be able to gain more benefits.

But in her previous life, she was just a cook in the kitchen. Even after she fell ill, she was forced to interact with all kinds of people, but it was also for medical treatment or to work to earn money - at least she didn't have to worry about any life-threatening situations when interacting with these people.

However, in this era where class can completely determine a person's life and death, Su Qingluan really has no idea whether the other party will suddenly kill her with a knife.

However, perhaps considering that if she really stepped on the opponent's minefield, she would have probably danced in the minefield for the hundred and eight times, Su Qingluan simply gave up: In this case, if her chips can impress the other party, she will not die anyway, so let it go.

Anyway, she just wanted Mu Xingzhi to protect the lives and safety of her family. She didn't want to get promoted or make money under him, and she didn't want him to work in vain, so there was no need to try to please him... right?

Muttering to herself, Su Qingluan performed a proper bow when she looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was still sitting in the wheelchair, but had completely lost his lazy and easygoing demeanor and was instead looking at her intently.

There is no shame in admitting defeat in order to survive.

Seeing Su Qingluan's expression, Mu Xingzhi said with a half-smile, "Qingluan is so polite to me. It's very rare."

"After all, I need your help, and I'm afraid that you will kill me if you are unhappy with me." Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan wanted to bite off her tongue: What a damn habit!

For a period of time, Su Qingluan indeed treated Mu Xingzhi as a rare friend of this era.

Because of this, her attitude towards Mu Xingzhi was almost the same as that towards a friend - although it was not to the extent of playing and fighting together, she did occasionally do things like being a supporting role and interrupting the conversation.

As a result, this chatterbox became a habit. Although she knew that the current situation should be very serious, Su Qingluan still couldn't help but make a joke when Mu Xingzhi spoke.

Then she regretted it: It's over, it's over. If this thing doesn't work out today, it won't be because of my mouth!