"That's exactly what I thought, so I came up with the idea of walking through the window to avoid this situation."
After a pause, Song Rushuang's expression relaxed a little as she saw him:
"So, do you still want to stop me?"
"But this safety issue cannot be ignored."
Song Rushuang waved her hand, put one foot on the windowsill, and looked ambitious.
She felt she needed to tell Qin Ao about her "heroic deeds."
"Don't worry. When I was trapped at the Gao family's house, I went down from the third floor almost every night. Compared to the height at the Gao family's house, the height here is nothing."
"Huh? Tiantian?"
Isn’t this too dangerous?
"Okay, since we're just a boy, don't be so fussy. I'm leaving now."
"Xiao Qi, when will we meet again?"
Song Rushuang showed a meaningful smile:
"When? Then we'll meet again someday!"
Qin Ao obviously wanted to say something else, but Song Rushuang did not give him the chance.
He lowered his head for a moment, and when he looked up again, there was no trace of Song Rushuang.
He quickly pulled the syringe away from his hand and leaned against the window. He saw Song Rushuang, who had landed safely, adjusting her hat and walking around to go outside.
At that time, Qin Ao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, her heart was filled with shock.
There was a knock on the door behind him, interrupting Qin Ao's somewhat scattered thoughts.
"who?"
"Xiao Ao, he's your sixth uncle!"
Qin Ao stood up straight. He and Qin Feng had always had a good relationship.
Since he came to visit, Qin Ao naturally had no reason not to see him.
"The door is not locked, just come in."
Qin Feng decisively pushed open the door and walked in, his face flushed. You could tell at a glance that he must be very happy.
Without waiting for Qin Ao to greet him, Qin Feng took the initiative to ask:
"Xiao Ao, where is your friend?"
"ah?"
Qin Ao thought Qin Feng was talking about Lin Qianyi.
Just as he was about to say something, Qin Feng asked again:
"I mean, where is Miss Song now?"
Qin Feng was actually looking for Song Rushuang.
Qin Ao couldn't help but become curious.
"Sixth Uncle, what do you want to do with Miss Song?"
After a pause, Qin Ao naturally began to think of the worst:
"Did she say something wrong to offend you? If so, I hope you won't take it personally. My friend is young and underage."
After hearing about Song Rushuang from Qin Ao himself and realizing how young she was, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh:
"Ah? You're still a minor? You're really young and promising!"
Qin Ao frowned slightly.
He was a little unsure what Qin Feng meant.
"Sixth Uncle, what do you mean? You've completely confused me."
"Xiao Ao, Uncle Six came here today to thank Miss Song. Her abilities are truly astonishing. Now that I've received such a great benefit, I must give her the share that belongs to her!"
"Ah? You mean, Xiao Qi did business with you?"
Qin Ao looked at Qin Feng with some suspicion.
Although he had some speculation in this regard, he still didn't believe it in essence.
Qin Feng also has his own business, so he probably doesn't care about a few million.
But if it exceeds one million and reaches tens of millions, it is no longer a small amount of money.
According to his understanding, Song Rushuang came to Fengcheng mainly for him, and she was there for a very short time. So what kind of business could she do with Qin Feng to make him so happy?
"It's not really a business, but I was fortunate to receive some pointers from Miss Song. It really opened my eyes and helped me embark on a whole new journey."
"Is it so... exaggerated?"
Qin Ao almost doubted his own ears.
Since he was a child, he had heard many stories about Xiaoqi's childhood from his uncle and aunt.
Therefore, he has always known that Song Rushuang's medical skills are very powerful.
But no one told him that Song Rushuang was also a genius in business.
His sixth uncle was very stubborn and had never submitted to anyone in his life, not even Qin Lie, the head of the family.
Even when facing his ninth uncle Qin Cheng, he was definitely not so humble.
Qin Ao couldn't help but wonder how much money Song Rushuang had helped Qin Feng earn that made him have such an expression and attitude when he mentioned Song Rushuang.
In the end, he couldn't help it because he was so curious. Instead of guessing randomly, it would be faster to ask directly.
"Sixth Uncle, how much money did you make? It's rare to see you so happy."
Hearing this, Qin Feng laughed heartily a few times.
"Hahaha, you're such a sweet talker. Let's not talk about that first. Here, this is for you."
While speaking, Qin Feng handed Qin Ao a VIP diamond card.
Qin Ao was originally the son of a wealthy family, so he naturally knew that the card Qin Feng gave him was the Qin family's unique diamond card, which had a deposit of about 10 million.
Qin Ao blinked in confusion:
"Sixth Uncle, what are you giving me this card for?"
"If it weren't for you, Miss Song probably wouldn't have come to Fengcheng, and I wouldn't have known her. How could I have earned such a huge sum of money? This money is for you."
Ten million is not an unfamiliar number to Qin Ao.
Take himself for example, he naturally has similar savings.
But if he were asked to take out so much money at once, he could do it, but it would be painful.
"No, Uncle Six, how much money did you make?"
He is not jealous, he is just curious!
Qin Feng looked at Qin Ao with burning eyes, then stretched out his finger and made a number one.
Qin Ao couldn't help but yelled:
"Oh my god? One hundred million?!"
Wow, if this is really the number, then Song Rushuang is omnipotent in his eyes, enough to be deified as a god.
"Kid, broaden your horizons. If it was just one hundred million, do you think I would still be like this?"
Qin Ao was silent.
One finger. If it wasn't one hundred million, then he really didn't dare to guess any higher.
"Sixth Uncle, I just want to ask you a question."
"You said, we are all family. If you have anything to ask, just ask directly."
Qin Ao raised his head and looked at Qin Feng very seriously:
"Did you take Xiao Qi to rob a bank?"
Qin Feng smiled teasingly: "Xiao Ao, the money your sixth uncle earns is not the amount of reserves a bank can have."
Qin Ao took a deep breath when he heard this.
Good job.
He seemed to know some terrible secret.
To the extent that he didn't seem very excited, but rather felt more terrified.
What kind of person is Song Rushuang?
How come she knows everything?
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