The man behind the desk flew across the computer keyboard. "What is it? Tell me."
Aunt Zheng hesitated, then said, "It's nothing..."
Zhan Jingting stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, and said, "You're the housekeeper. Is there anything in this house that you're afraid to say?"
"I noticed his finger was cut when I was changing his clothes just now," said Zheng's mother nervously. "We've been taking very good care of him and would never let him bump or hurt himself. I had the doctor take a look, and he said it was probably from when he pricked his finger to draw blood in the last couple of days..."
"These past two days?" Zhan Jingting frowned. "He's stayed home the whole time and hasn't gone anywhere."
"Yes."
Zhan Jingting seemed to realize something. "Are you trying to say that Wanwan did this?"
“Young Master, apart from Madam and the servants, no one has approached the young master. I believe Madam wouldn't do anything to him, but since she has amnesia, I can't guarantee it, which is why I've come to tell you…”
Zhan Jingting tapped the table absently with his fingertips. "Have the doctor give Eleven a thorough physical examination. Don't tell anyone else about this. I'll handle it."
"yes."
After Zheng Ma left, Zhan Jingting picked up his phone and made a call, "Where is Wanwan now?"
"Reporting to Master Zhan, Madam has gone to the hospital."
Zhan Jingting panicked, "Why are you going to the hospital? Did you get injured while filming?"
"I checked, it's a physical examination, they said it's a normal check-up."
Zhan Jingting breathed a sigh of relief. "Keep an eye on her every move, no matter how small, and report it all to me."
"Don't worry, Master Zhan."
Zhan Jingting put down his phone and slowly closed his eyes. "Wanwan, what exactly happened...?"
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