"Old Hu, please take care of little Xue for a moment. I'll be right back!"
Ye Shuzhen hurried out just in time to see Lu Ping and Ning Youwei, one after the other, getting into a car and speeding away.
"Answer the phone quickly!"
Ye Shuzhen dialed Lu Ping's number, her hands trembling with urgency.
But what she got was Lu Ping hanging up the call.
Lu Ping had good intentions to come to the rescue, but given what Ye Feixue had just done, even a clay bodhisattva would have a flare of anger.
Moreover, Lu Ping had never been any clay bodhisattva!
"Miss Ning, little Xue has fallen ill again, and this time it's more serious. I apologize on her behalf to Mr. Lu. Please, could you ask Mr. Lu to come back and help save little Xue?"
Ye Shuzhen dialed Ning Youwei's phone next, and luckily, this time it connected.
"What's the use of telling me all this? Your daughter brought it upon herself!"
Having said that, Ning Youwei hung up the phone.
