After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

"Assistant Yang?" Song Xier called again without hearing the voice.

Yang Ming coughed and said, "That's right. I heard that something happened to your mother. Is it okay?"

"...There is a problem." Song Xi'er pinched the joint of her index finger with her thumb and asked after a few seconds: "Assistant Yang, do you know any foreign doctors?"

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment: "...Yes."

"Really?" Song Xi'er asked excitedly, "Do you have any contact information? Something happened to my mother, and I have some questions I would like to ask. Is that okay?"

Song Xier's voice was very soft for the last three words.

Yang Ming was from Shangji, so logically speaking, she shouldn't have spoken.

But right now she really has no other choice.

She thought that since Yang Ming had been with Shang Ji for so many years, he should have connections in this area, so she hesitated before asking.

"I need to look for it here." Yang Ming said, "Let's do this. I'll send it to you after I find it."

"Okay, okay." Song Xi'er was very happy: "Thank you so much, Assistant Yang, I'll treat you to dinner."

It was very quiet in the closed car. Although Yang Ming's mobile phone did not have the speakerphone turned on, Song Xier's invitation to eat made his expression tense immediately and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the back seat.

Shang Ji was looking down at an electronic contract in his hand. He had no reaction and didn't know whether he heard it or not.

"No, no, no," Yang Ming said hurriedly: "Miss Xi'er, if you need any help in the future, you can tell me. I still have something to do here, so I'll hang up first."

As soon as Yang Ming hung up the phone, a cold voice sounded in his ear: "It seems that the work I gave you is still too little, leaving you so idle."

Yang Ming: "..."

Nothing less! ! !

"Miss Xi'er said that the second master will call you back later," Yang Ming said.

"Yeah." Shang Ji responded.

It was obviously just a simple modal word, but Yang Ming could inexplicably sense the displeasure in it.

Yang Ming paused and spoke tentatively: "I heard from Miss Xi'er that Ms. Su's condition seems to be very bad. Miss Xi'er wants me to help introduce foreign doctors."

After the words fell, Shang Ji said nothing.

Yang Ming couldn't understand what his boss meant for a while, so he added in a low voice: "And from Miss Xi'er's tone, she seems to be crying in a hurry."

After finishing his words, Shang Ji moved for a moment, then raised his head.

"So she asked you for help?" He looked at Yang Ming and asked.

Shang Ji's eyes were very calm, and there was no anger or anger on his face, as if he was just asking casually.

But Yang Ming felt a cold sweat break out on his back: "I remember that Dr. Shen is working on a project with an authoritative foreign laboratory, and the professor in charge happens to be in Jiangcheng right now."

Shang Ji nodded: "You have Shen Kai's contact information, you don't need me to give it to you."

"……Need not."

Shang Ji raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow, and said in a nonchalant voice: "Since I'm asking for your help, have you told me how to thank you?"

Yang Ming's expression was stiff and he didn't speak for a while.

"What?" Shang Ji raised his head: "You didn't say anything? This is not like Song Xi'er's behavior."

"...I told you." Yang Ming said bravely: "I told you to treat me to dinner."

After finishing speaking, Shang Ji quickly added: "But I refused."

"Why refuse?" Shang Ji looked at Yang Ming: "You did her a favor and reciprocated with courtesy. Isn't it right for her to treat you to a meal?"

"Mr. Shang..." Yang Ming felt that if this topic continued, he would definitely pack up and leave tomorrow.

There was a sudden knock on the car window, and Yang Ming turned his head quickly as if hearing the sound of nature, and saw Shang Zhenglin outside, who was bending over to look inside.

"It's the second master." Yang Ming said and quickly lowered the window.

……

When Song Xi'er returned to the room, she saw Song Changhai wiping Su Mei's hands with a hot towel. His movements were gentle, and he bent over and didn't hear the door opening behind him at all.

Song Xier paused in her steps and stopped where she was for a while.

Although Song Xier didn't know what happened between her mother and Song Changhai back then, and what caused the quarrel, she would rather work so hard alone than tell Song Changhai about her existence.

But since meeting Song Changhai until now, he gives the impression that he likes Su Mei very much.

It was as if he was inferior to Shang Zhenglin in every aspect, but he was not at a disadvantage when it came to liking Su Mei.

Especially in the past few days when Su Mei was in coma, although Song Changhai didn't talk much, he took care of Su Mei meticulously every day, and the same was true for Shang Zhenglin.

The two of them were even secretly competing with each other, and Song Xi'er could naturally tell this.

These days, she doesn't have to do anything. Every time she wants to do something, one of the two people will be there first.

Song Xier was also very helpless about this.

"Uncle Song." Song Xi'er walked over and said, "Why didn't Uncle Shang come up with you?"

Song Changhai stood up: "He said something happened and asked me to come up first."

Song Xier nodded.

"I bought your favorite spicy chicken," Song Changhai said.

"Thank you, Uncle Song."

After wiping Su Mei's hands, Song Changhai went to the bathroom to pour water and came back. He looked at Song Xi'er and asked softly: "Is there any news from Officer Qin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin You called.

Song Xier quickly connected: "Officer Qin...Okay, we'll be there right away."

Song Xier hung up the phone and looked up: "Officer Qin said he found the person, but he asked Uncle Shang to go to the police station to confirm first."

Song Changhai: "I'll go, I know them."

"I reported a thief at home before and called the police. Officer Qin just said that he had found the suspect and asked me to go and have a look." Song Xi'er said and glanced at Su Mei on the bed: "Uncle Song, you stay in the hospital to take care of my mother. Come on, I’ll be back soon.”

Song Changhai was silent for a few seconds and then nodded: "Okay, call me if you need anything."

Song Xi'er stood up and thought of something to worry about: "Uncle Song, don't go anywhere before I come back. Just stay in the ward."

"Okay, don't worry, I said I will never let anyone hurt your mother again."

Song Xier was very grateful: "Sorry to trouble you, Uncle Song."

After leaving the hospital, Song Xier called Shang Zhenglin.

"I've come down. Uncle Shang, where are you?" Song Xi'er said as she walked towards the roadside.

Suddenly there was a whistle from behind, and Song Xi'er stepped aside. Shang Zhenglin's voice came from the phone and from behind at the same time: "Xi'er, here."

Song Xi'er turned around with her cell phone in hand and saw a familiar black car parked on the side of the road. The window was lowered and Shang Zhenglin looked out at him: "Get in the car quickly."

Song Xier only wanted to quickly find the people who harmed her mother, and asked what kind of medicine it was and how to wake her mother up.

So after Shang Zhenglin finished speaking, she didn't take a closer look. She walked straight to the other side and was about to open the back seat door when she saw the passenger door being pushed open from the inside.

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and bent down to sit in.