The next second, Feng Yuli's phone was bombarded with calls from Feng Xingchi.
He calmly added Feng Xingchi to his blacklist, finally quieting his constantly vibrating phone.
Feng Langqing chuckled inwardly: "You blocked my second brother, he's going to go crazy later."
Feng Yuli chuckled: "So what if he's crazy? He's been crazy at home all the time."
He scrolled through Meng Qinian's chat history and found that Meng Qinian hadn't replied to the message he sent that morning. After thinking for a moment, he made a phone call to him.
At this moment, Meng Qinian had already driven into Wanhe Hospital.
He parked his car in the underground parking lot and happily ran towards the ward. As he turned a corner, he bumped into a man in a white coat.
"Ouch!" Meng Qinian bumped directly into the pen in his pocket, his nose turned red, and he couldn't help but scream. He staggered backward, and the documents in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The file folder's buttons were slightly loose, and some of the documents inside spilled out.
"I'm sorry." A deep male voice came apologetically, and Jiang Yunjing quickly reached out to help Meng Qinian up: "I didn't notice you, I'm sorry."
After Meng Qinian steadied himself by covering his nose, he bent down to pick up the file folder on the ground for him. When he saw the three words "Nan Yuanman" written on the top of the slightly spilled documents inside, he paused slightly.
"It's nothing." After enduring the throbbing pain in his nose, Meng Qinian quickly reached out and snatched the file folder back. "Just be more careful next time."
After saying that, he grimaced, covered his nose, and walked towards Feng Congqian's ward.
Jiang Yunjing didn't leave immediately. He stood there, his eyes slightly dark as he watched Meng Qinian's retreating figure, a thoughtful look in them.
Are they people with the same name?
He remembered... the fifth brother brought back Bai Wenying's daughter, also named Nan Yuanman...
The documents in the file just now seemed to be... a paternity test report?
After much deliberation, Jiang Yunjing took out her phone and dialed Jiang Lixuan's number...
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The turmoil in S City has nothing to do with Nanmanyuan.
The little girl, who hadn't been seen in a long time, lay comfortably on the bamboo recliner, swinging her little feet, waiting for Yao Xianglu to return in the courtyard, enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the faint scent of grass.
Yao Xianglu had been gone for too long, and she had been climbing up and down all day, so her strength was gradually exhausted. As she waited, she tilted her head to the side and fell asleep in the recliner.
Not knowing how long she had slept, in a daze, Nan Yuanman suddenly felt a little cold all over her body.
She shivered, opened her eyes slightly dazed, and suddenly found herself in what seemed to be a pitch-black space where she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
Still feeling sleepy, Nan Yuanman was jolted awake. She looked around warily, but saw neither a house nor anyone else.
"Am I dreaming?" Nan Yuanman muttered to herself, pinching her forearm and gasping in pain.
It will hurt, and it's not a dream!
The little girl tensed up immediately, clenching her fists and calling out cautiously in a small voice, "Grandpa, Xiaohong, Xiaocao, Zhuangzhuang!"
The child's innocent voice echoed in the space, but received no response.
Just then, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of them.
Nan Yuanman dared not stay in this dark place any longer, and with her short legs, she ran towards the place where the beam of light appeared.
As she ran, she ran for an unknown amount of time, until a grown man appeared in Nan Yuanman's sight. His body was bound by black and red silk threads, and his eyes were closed.
The dense black and red threads behind him resembled the spider webs woven by mountain spiders she had seen before, trapping their prey within them.
Nan Yuanman's eyes widened slightly: "What...is this?"
Nan Yuanman's body was strengthened, and her senses became more acute. She could feel an extremely evil aura emanating from these dense black and red threads.
These black and red threads are controlling and trapping the uncle in front of them.
This uncle... is in a lot of pain.
Nan Yuanman didn't rush forward. He observed cautiously for a while before slowly approaching like a small animal.
Her chubby little hand instinctively reached out, only to find nothing. Looking down, she realized her handbag hadn't come with her.
Nan Yuanman hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently grasped the uncle's drooping fingers: "Uncle... Uncle... wake up."
The moment she grasped his finger, the man's eyelashes trembled violently, as if he were about to wake up.
As if knowing he was about to wake up, the black and red threads binding him suddenly tightened, leaving cracks on his body.
At the same time, a portion of them split off and rushed straight towards the South Pole.
Nanmanyuan: "!!"
She quickly let go, rolled on the ground, and scrambled to avoid the seemingly alive threads, crying out, "Grandpa! Little Red! Little Grass! Zhuangzhuang! Help me—!"
At that time, in reality...
The little girl, who was sleeping on the bamboo chair, trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, her small mouth slightly open, and she murmured softly, "Little Red...Grandpa...save..."
The handbag she was holding moved slightly. Xiao Cao, sensing something was wrong, poked her head out and glanced at her, then reached into the handbag.
She forcefully pulled Xiao Hong out of her handbag and threw it sharply at Nan Yuanman's forehead.
At the same time, Nan Yuanman, who was being chased and crawled by the black and red threads, seemed to sense something. She quickly looked up and saw a small red coffin falling from the sky, landing in front of her with a thud, blocking the threads that were like sharp arrows.
"Bang bang bang!!"
The silk thread struck the small coffin, but caused her no harm whatsoever.
Nan Yuanman flipped over and straddled Xiao Hong, pointing her chubby little finger at the man who was struggling desperately to wake up, and said, "Xiao Hong, save that uncle!"
Xiao Hong slid towards the man as instructed, knocking and breaking the black and red threads along the way, preventing them from getting close to Nan Yuanman.
Xiao Hong approached the young man, and just as Nan Yuanman grasped his hand, the surrounding space suddenly shook violently, and the pitch-black space abruptly cracked open.
A crack appeared beneath Xiao Hong, and Nan Yuanman, who was riding on Xiao Hong, suddenly plummeted down.
Nanmanyuan: "!!!"
"Aaaaaahh ...
The intense feeling of weightlessness made her cry out, her chubby little hands waving in the air, and with a snap, she seemed to have hit something.
This slap startled Nan Yuanman back to his senses.
She opened her eyes, sat up abruptly from the recliner, and gasped for fresh air, her face covered in cold sweat and fear.
"Little Master, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Yao Xianglu didn't even bother to rub her cheek where Nan Yuanman had slapped her earlier. Seeing her pitiful appearance, soaking wet and looking terrified, she quickly comforted her gently, "It's okay, it was just a dream."
She blinked slowly, gradually regaining her senses: "Yes, I must have just had a nightmare...???"
Before the girl could finish speaking, she met the gaze of the man standing in front of her, staring at her blankly.
The man looked at the little boy in front of him and tentatively greeted him, "Hello, you... can you see me?"
Nanmanyuan: "!!!!"
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