Chapter 301 Xia Yunduan’s Friends

"She is Xia Yunduan's friend."

With just one sentence, Huo Lang couldn't help showing a look of shock, but he quickly restrained himself, suppressed his astonishment and looked at Shen Pianpian with suspicion.

"What evidence do you have?"

At this moment, the three of them had moved to the lounge next to Mr. Huo's ward.

The sound of rain was pouring outside the window. Shen Pianpian, with her hair messed up by someone, looked at Huo Lang for a long time.

The indoor light shone into her pupils, and the words Cheng Zhiyuan said to her in the helicopter reappeared in her ears.

"I don't know the specific circumstances, but I know that Mr. Huo's current body can't withstand any emotional fluctuations. I'm afraid his fainting this time was probably caused by something that stimulated him."

"I know you're trying to cheer the old man up by revealing your identity, but I must remind you that the moment they find out you're Xia Yunduan, the truth about your car accident will be revealed. Unless you can pretend nothing happened... and get back together with Ning Haoyu."

He seemed to have difficulty saying the last sentence.

Shen Pianpian wanted to look up to see the man's expression, but he gently held her head down and wiped her hair, making her unable to move.

The voice behind me sounded again.

"So for the sake of Mr. Huo's health, you must not reveal your identity to anyone."

After a pause, he took off the towel. The girl's hair was finally much dryer, but his unskilled technique made it a mess like a chicken coop.

Boss Cheng put the towel aside without changing his expression and sat down in his seat.

"Of course, this is just a suggestion. I will help you no matter what decision you make."

After a moment of silence, Shen Pianpian looked up at him.

"Then in what capacity should I go to see him?"

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled slightly.

"friend."

Xia Yunduan’s friend, unknown to anyone.

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Shen Pianpian stared at Huo Lang until he frowned in displeasure, then smiled and said,

"Have you read the letter?"

Huo Lang was stunned and immediately understood what she was talking about.

But in such a panic situation, how could he have time to read the letter? Moreover, how could he dare to read the letter without Huo Chengde's permission?

Without waiting for his answer, Shen Pianxian said,

"I said that a friend asked me to give that letter to Mr. Huo."

"This friend is Xia Yunduan. And she wrote this letter in front of me."

"When Yunduan was alive, he told me many stories," Chen Pianxian stared straight at Huo Lang, his dark eyes deep and boundless.

"These stories also include you, Mr. Huo Lang, who watched Yunduan grow up and had a lifelong crush on Yunduan's mother."

The middle-aged man who had always been indifferent and alert like a lone wolf finally revealed an embarrassed and horrified expression.

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Shen Pianpian was taken to the real ward.

On the top floor of the building, in the innermost VIP critical care observation room, there is half a corridor away from the fake ward which is heavily guarded by bodyguards and used as a decoy.

When the door of the ward opened, the nurse who had been taking close care of the patient inside obeyed the instructions and left.

The sound of an electrocardiogram beeping came from the room.

Monotonous and boring, as if it will continue until the end of time.

Shen Pianxian stood in front of the door. Huo Lang lowered his eyes and said coldly,

"You can talk to him more about Miss Cloud. The doctor said it might be effective."

Shen Pianpian nodded.

Huo Lang turned to look at Cheng Zhiyuan and said coldly,

"Mr. Cheng, we may have something else to talk about."

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded and followed Huo Lang to the fake ward.

Before leaving, he passed by Shen Pianpian and whispered,

"Wait for me to pick you up. Before that, don't take a single step out of the house."

Shen Pianpian nodded, and after a while she finally loosened her clenched, sweaty hands, opened the door and walked in.

Then the door clicked shut.

Behind her, on the left and right sides of the ward, medical staff in white coats and nurse uniforms came and went from time to time. They walked with normal expressions and natural movements, but under their loose clothes, they all had guns tucked away without exception.

Several surveillance cameras near the ward quietly lit up with a dim red light, like the eyes of animals lurking in the darkness.

Everything is very calm.