Su Yao squatted down, wiped away his tears, and said expressionlessly: "Did your father ask you to come to me?"

Su Wentian shook his head like a rattle: "No... Dad didn't let me look for Mom. It was Uncle Tu who said that only Mom could save Dad... That's why I came to look for Mom!"

Qingcheng said coldly: "It's Tu Fan, Su Murong's confidant."

"Go back first, your father won't die."

Little purple eyes looked at Su Yao: "Mom, is it true? You didn't lie to me?"

"real."

The little head nodded, and the mood calmed down a lot: "I believe what my mother says every day! As long as it is what my mother says, I believe it!"

"Mom, I'm going home to see Dad first. If you have time, remember to come visit Dad too."

"We'll talk about it later."

"Well, Mom must be very busy. Tiantian understands. Then I'll be leaving first! Goodbye, Mom!"

The little figure ran away.

Fu Bao frowned deeply. "Su Murong is really not just a scheming person... He is indeed a fox who has lived for thousands of years. He raised his son to be so well-behaved, sensible and cute. I am afraid that one day I will fall for him..."

"Su Murong only has his son who is worth mentioning, the rest are useless." Zhu Yan sneered.

Su Yao suddenly interjected, "Su Murong...is also quite good in bed. If she were to go to the Opera House, she would definitely be the top performer."

He left with these words, leaving Liu Yuting, who was not far away, disheveled in the wind...

Wu Yan didn't dare to stay for another second and left immediately.

"Mr. Liu..." Fubao's eyes were embarrassed and he quickly looked at Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan's eyes hinted: You are stupid, why don't you run away at this time?

She turned and walked away quickly.

Qingcheng walked into Ziwei Pavilion calmly and asked, "Master, there is indeed something wrong with Su Ziyun."

"No rush, wait until he reveals his true colors, then catch him in the act."

"Is Su Ziyun okay?"

"It's okay. His soul has been suppressed and is asleep. Let him rest for a while. Ziyun is a workaholic and doesn't know how to balance work and rest."

Zimu glanced at WeChat and clicked on Bai Ze's voice message: "Master, please come to the Chinese medicine clinic when you have time. The five Chinese medicine practitioners can no longer control the situation... Bai Lingxi's brother is dying."