“We’re fine.” Qiao Wanwan turned her head and looked at him coldly. “Zhan Yin, are you counting down the days, hoping Zhan Jingting will die so you can take over the Zhan family?”

Zhan Yin was bewildered. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

“I’m telling the truth. You know about his illness, and you’ve been waiting.”

"You know?" Zhan Yin nodded. "I knew you would think that way about me. From my standpoint, I would want him to die, but personally, my uncle is my idol, and I don't want him to die."

"Is that so?" Qiao Wanwan sneered. "I didn't realize you were always looking for trouble."

"Believe it or not, I don't care to explain to you!"

"I don't want to hear your explanation yet."

"You..." Zhan Yin was furious and got up to leave in a huff.

Qiao Wanwan took out her phone and glanced at it; it was an email from Lin Mo.

Qiao Wanwan carefully flipped through the report. It was indeed useful to her, but the most urgent task was to find her master as soon as possible and work together to study a treatment for Zhan Jingting's illness.

As evening fell, Qiao Wanwan walked out of the school, where a Rolls-Royce was already parked at the school gate.

“Madam,” Jiang Dong got out of the car and opened the door, “I’ve come to pick you up.”

Qiao Wanwan got into the car and found the back seat empty. She asked, "Didn't Zhan Jingting say he was coming to pick me up? Where is he?"

“Madam, Master Zhan is busy, so I came.”

"Wait a minute, he'd always come to pick me up no matter how busy he is..." Qiao Wanwan suddenly realized, "Did something happen to him?!"