Operation Red Book

"The second son of this mansion was killed, and the eldest son's liver was damaged, including your friends named Joshua..."

Hearing Joshua's name, Ivy felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar. The roar rumbled in her head. She grabbed Mr. Zhu's collar and asked urgently, "What happened to Joshua? How is he?"

"Don't get excited! Don't get excited! I heard that he twisted his foot while fighting monsters, and the rest of his skin wasn't broken!"

Mr. Zhu was dragged so hard that he couldn't breathe. His neck turned red and he answered hurriedly.

"Oh."

Ivy finally felt relieved. Somehow, she was afraid of Joshua's disappearance. After all, he was her only companion in this world.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, but then gradually turned white, with no sign of the sun coming out.

The ice that had been blocking Ivy's heart suddenly melted. She seemed to understand Joshua's dependence on and reluctance to let her go. The previous blame and sorrow suddenly dissipated like the wind.

Well, I'm still a little angry, so it's better to solve this problem face to face, Ivy decided in her heart.

"Ahem, so, don't stay here too long, pack up and go back quickly, it's never good to stay too long!"

Mr. Zhu slowly adjusted his collar, lifted Ivy's quilt, and picked up Ivy, who was wearing a white nightgown.

"What are you doing! Put me down. Do you have my consent?"

Ivy shouted anxiously with a red face, and kept slapping Mr. Zhu's head and face with her hands. After her constant struggle, Mr. Zhu failed to escape and threw Ivy back onto the bed.

"You idiot, you don't know what's good for you! I'm trying to save you! The third young master in this mansion is not a good guy. Look at the way he pretends to be."

Mr. Zhu said to Ivy angrily, with his hands on his hips and his eyes wide open, not noticing Dorian, who was smiling and gritting his teeth at the door.

"Cough cough!"

Ivy pretended to remind Mr. Zhu casually, but he became more and more excited as he talked.

"Why are you coughing? I told you that this place has bad feng shui and is prone to disease. That young master is really no small figure. I calculated that the abnormal celestial phenomena have a lot to do with him..."

"If I remember correctly, you are Mr. Zhu from the Chinese Wharf."

Dorian walked forward, his clear voice carrying the magnetism of a young man.

Mr. Zhu paused noticeably, but quickly turned around and gave Dorian a standard business handshake in a pretentious London accent.

"Nice to meet you! You are indeed the Madam's favorite young master. You have a great eye for memory!"

"I have long heard of Mr. Zhu's name. Actually, this is the invitation I sent you."

Dorian smirked, while Ivy gave a noticeably wry smile when she saw Mr. Zhu.

After a few awkward moments, Dorian said to Mr. Zhu, "There are too many injured people in the mansion. I wonder if Mr. Zhu is proficient in medicine and can stay to take care of these patients who have no one to take care of them?"

"I'm very willing to help." Mr. Zhu said sincerely, "but there are too many things to do at the dock today, so I have to go back."

"Then I will send a carriage to take you back immediately."

"No, no, no, no need to bother you, young master!"

Mr. Zhu continued to smile and put on his bowler hat, saluted Dorian, and winked at Ivy.

"You'd better take care of yourself. I can't help you. Hahaha. You'll fall flat on your face at the hands of this little devil!"

Mr. Zhu smiled and spoke to Ivy on the bed in Chinese, his tone was gentle and pleasant, although the content of his words was really unbearable to hear.

"Tsk!"

Ivy frowned and reminded him that the demons in the West were very powerful and might speak Chinese better than a Chinese like herself.

"What? He doesn't understand Chinese!"

"I understand every word you say, Mr. Zhu. I have learned Chinese on purpose."

Dorian said with a smile, his hands behind his back.

Sure enough! Ivy confirmed her guess. Dorian spoke standard Mandarin with a little British accent.