Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"How can I guess?"

Mu Yunzhu's eyes rolled around. Jian Yunzhang was already in the ICU. Who was so cruel? He wanted to kill someone.

Ye Luoer on the side exclaimed:

"Brother Makino, was it Mr. An who did this?"

"An Nansheng?" Mu Yunzhu was shocked. "Is she crazy? How dare she do this?"

Jian Muye looked straight at Mu Yunzhu:

"Even rabbits bite when cornered. You bullied the An family, and they were just taking revenge."

Mu Yunzhu was so frightened that her face turned pale:

"This is a society ruled by law. How can we allow her to harm others at will? No, I'm going to sue her!"

Thinking of what she had done, Mu Yunzhu felt a little guilty. If it was her who was tied up in the suburbs last night, she would have frozen to death.

She was afraid that An Nansheng would take revenge on her, so she said with a strong face:

"Yes, I'm going to sue her. I can't let her do whatever she wants."

Jian Muye sneered:

"tell?"

"Do you know why my dad showed up in the southern suburbs?"

"Yesterday afternoon, a house in the southern suburbs suddenly caught fire. The fire department went there. Guess who did it?"

"Do you know what arson is?"

"Chairman Jian's setting fire to a house will definitely make the headlines. How powerful and influential! My father will be known to the whole world. Do you believe it?"

Mu Yunzhu's eyes widened in shock, and she was very dissatisfied:

"Are we really going to let An Nansheng get away with it? Your father is dying."

Jian Muye just felt very tired and said self-deprecatingly:

"Yeah, getting away with it, aren't you the same?"

Mu Yunzhu: “…”

He was left speechless by his own son.

Ye Luoer interjected at the right time:

"Brother Muye, you haven't eaten yet, right? Auntie asked the kitchen to make some soup for you and Uncle Jian. Uncle Jian can't drink it, so you should eat something."

Mu Yunzhu glanced at Ye Luoer. The soup was not made by her order.

Ye Luo'er's words made her very satisfied, so she took advantage of the situation and said:

"Eat first. I don't care about your dad's affairs."

Jian Muye didn't want to argue with her in the hospital, so he went back to the ward and gave half of the lunch Ye Luoer brought to Fang Zhuo to eat.

settle down.

An Nansheng got up from his lunch break and practiced a few simple exercises with the yoga teacher. Just as he was about to change his clothes, Song Ke came in and reported:

"Boss, Jian Yunzhang was admitted to the ICU early this morning and hasn't woken up yet."

An Nansheng said calmly, "The fact that he hasn't been transferred to another hospital means he's within the hospital's control."

Last night, Jian Muye went to a nearby hospital. If Jian Yunzhang could not be cured, Jian Muye would have arranged for him to be transferred to another hospital long ago.

Song Ke suddenly realized: "The boss is the one who sees things clearly."

I wondered why I hadn't thought of this before and was shocked, fearing that my boss would be involved in a murder lawsuit.

Song Ke always thought of herself as a tomboy, always calm enough in any situation, and she was a few years older than An Nansheng, but she was no match for An Nansheng in terms of mood.

A girl who is strong and smart enough inside is really charming.

An Nansheng changed into a new set of clothes, put on full makeup, and wore jewelry on her ears and wrists.

There's a big video conference coming up soon.

Everyone in the company knew that she had gone home to give birth and recuperate, but when the video was connected, they saw President An in such good condition.

Everyone was somewhat relaxed, but when they saw that An Nansheng seemed to be about to end his vacation and return to work, they immediately tensed up and dared not slack off.

An Nansheng briefly explained several important matters, and also affirmed Zhou Jin's recent work and gave him high support.

Even during the confinement period, President An still maintained his iron-blooded and decisive approach.

Just as the meeting was about to begin, Xu Xinci suddenly pushed the door open and put her crying sister in her arms.

"The baby is looking for his mother, and we can't comfort him."

Miraculously, the little princess stopped crying when she was in her mother's arms.

An Nansheng looked at her daughter's cute little face and curled her bold red lips.