Jiang Zhaoying was furious: "Didn't I tell you to save my number last night?"
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Ning Qilu was slow to realize what was happening, and it took her a while to react. "Oh, you're Jiang Zhaoying!"
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
Then Ning Qiluo replied, "It's okay, it's not too late to add a note now."
She turned on the speakerphone and made a special note of Jiang Zhaoying's phone number.
During the note-taking process, Jiang Zhaoying continued the previous topic: "I told you I was hospitalized, did you hear me?"
Ning Qiluo: "Yes, I heard you."
Hmm?
You heard that?
Jiang Zhaoying explained the reason for the incident: "I was hospitalized because of you. Last night, when fans asked to interact with me, you sat on my shoulders. After the banquet, I found that I couldn't lift my arm. I went to the hospital for a checkup and found that it was dislocated."
Just as he finished speaking, Ning Qiluo finished making a note.
After a few seconds of silence, he cautiously asked Jiang Zhaoying, "Are you alright?"
Jiang Zhaoying thought to himself, "This brat finally has some conscience, at least she knows to ask him about the situation."
He coughed twice and said very tactfully, "It's not a big problem. He's currently hospitalized and has had a cast put on."
Ning Qiluo said happily, "Oh, then I wish you a speedy recovery. We'll play together again after you're discharged from the hospital."
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
Listen to this!
Is this something I'm saying to someone?
His tears, like the waters of West Lake.
"Ning Qiluo, I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. If you have any conscience at all..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Qiluo interrupted him: "I know. If I had any conscience, I would buy some fruit and come see you. I will come. By the way, which hospital are you in? What's your room number?"
Jiang Zhaoying stopped her: "No need, no need, you don't need to come. You just need to tell my brother that my dislocated arm was caused by you. You and your husband just need to feel guilty towards me. You don't need to come to see me."
"Oh, okay then."
Ning Qiluo indicated that she understood.
After hanging up the phone, Ning Qilu tidied herself up and went downstairs.
Good morning, Miss Ning.
Jones and Edith greeted her in unison.
Ning Qiluo had only run a few steps when she turned back: "Help me prepare a gift for visiting someone in the hospital, and also prepare some crayfish. The crew has a two-hour break this afternoon, and I need to visit a patient at the hospital."
"Okay, Miss Ning."
Jones and Edith went to prepare.
From the main hall to the side hall, all the Filipino maids who saw her would greet her.
Mr. Qi, who was already jogging in the morning, stopped when he saw his daughter come downstairs and walked over: "Little Luo Luo, you're up. Come on, let's go have breakfast."
It's only 7:30 now, and there's still more than an hour before the film crew is scheduled to start work.
So Mr. Qi rode his bicycle with Ning Qiluo on the back to a snack alley, found a wonton shop with low tables, and the father and daughter sat down to eat wontons.
It's incredibly down-to-earth.
Steaming hot wontons, blow on them and you can eat them one bite at a time, fragrant and satisfying.
"Luo Luo, if it's not enough, order another bowl. I guarantee it will be enough."
Ning Qiluo looked at her full bowl of wontons: "That's enough, that's enough. You can't eat too much in the morning, or you won't be able to eat at noon."
Mr. Qi said, "You need to eat well to have the strength to move bricks."
Ning Qiluo replied, "Dad, I don't want to move bricks."
Mr. Qi smiled broadly, took a bite of a wonton, and said to Ning Qiluo, "Daughter, shall we move the gold bricks?"
BRICS...
There was no need to hesitate. Ning Qiluo nodded vigorously, "Move!"
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