Fu Yi was sitting on the sofa. When he saw him come in, he opened his thin lips slightly:
"sit."
In one word, cold and noble.
Quan Zhenguo didn't dare to sit down at all, and shook his head repeatedly:
"No, no... Master... Master Fu Qi, what do you want to talk to me about... Just tell me..."
He has always been smart, but now he is trembling with fear and feeling uneasy.
Fu Yi did not reply, but instead ordered:
"Beiou, make tea."
"yes."
Beiou immediately made a cup of tea respectfully and placed it on a place on the coffee table.
That position happened to be the side of the sofa.
The tea is ready, so it's obvious that we're going to talk slowly.
Quan Zhenguo wiped the sweat from his forehead and had to walk over and sit down tremblingly.
Although the sofa was soft, he felt uncomfortable.
After taking a sip of tea, he mustered up the courage to ask:
"Master Fu Qi, if you have any instructions, please tell me directly..."
Fu Yiqing's gloomy eyes slowly swept over him, with an invisible sense of oppression.
After a while, he finally opened his thin lips and said, "Jinrou is injured."
The deep voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Quan Zhenguo frowned. Fu Yi actually knew about Quan Jinrou's injury? So soon?
so……
Fu Yi called him here because he slapped Quan Jinrou?
He was so scared that he stood up quickly: "It's my fault this time. I didn't handle the matter properly, so Jinrou got hurt accidentally.
"Seventh Master, you can rest assured. I will be extra careful in the future and will never let something like this happen again!"
Fu Yi's usually sullen expression brightened a little.
but……
He then asked, "Why is no one treating her injuries?"
There was a hint of questioning displeasure in his voice.
Quan Zhenguo frowned. No one dealt with it?
Impossible...
"I asked my wife to take her to the hospital early this morning. Her four brothers should have gone with them..."
The more Fu Yi listened, the colder his expression became.
If that was really what he said, how could he have picked someone up on the roadside?
Obviously, he was lying.
Quan Zhenguo felt a surge of pressure pressing on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
As a businessman, he has always been shrewd and quickly realized that something was wrong.
He immediately said, "Master Fu Qi, wait a minute! I'll call and ask about the situation!"
As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called Zhen Qiaohui directly to ask:
"What are you doing? Didn't I ask you to take Jinrou to the hospital to treat her injuries?"
"What's wrong? Did something happen to Jinrou?" Zhen Qiaohui asked worriedly.
Quan Zhenguo frowned, "What kind of tone are you talking about? Isn't Jinrou with you guys?"
Zhen Qiaohui: "Yes, we had just left home a short distance when Quan You's old illness suddenly flared up.
Jinrou was very sensible and insisted on going to the hospital by herself, saying it was just a minor injury. The situation was too urgent at the time, so we had to..."
After she finished speaking, she asked worriedly, "What happened to Jinrou? What happened? Tell us quickly."
"It's okay, you guys take care of Quan You first."
Quan Zhenguo then hung up the phone and looked at Fu Yi and said:
"Seventh Master, I'm truly sorry. Quan You suffers from a strange disease. Every time he has an attack, he must be rushed to a special hospital as soon as possible. Even a minute late could endanger his life, so...
Did you meet Jinrou? Did something happen to her? "
Fu Yi's eyes wandered over him scrutinizingly.
His worry and concern didn't sound fake at all, and Zhen Qiaohui on the phone just now didn't seem to be lying either.
Fu Yi's originally cold face gradually calmed down.
After a moment, he said:
"Don't worry, she's fine. Her wounds have been treated."
Quan Zhenguo breathed a sigh of relief instantly. That’s good, that’s good.
Fu Yi raised his hand again.
Beiou took out a brocade box from somewhere and walked towards Quan Zhenguo.
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