Not long after Zhao Wanqing ran out crying, Xingyu received this body...... The phone number of the biological father.

The man scolded her on the phone, and said that he would never pay for Xingyu's uncle to treat his illness, so let her uncle fend for himself!

Xingyu was already angry in her heart, plus the other party was not her "father", and in the memory left by the original owner, she only remembered that the other party was an irresponsible and cold father.

So Xingyu replied unceremoniously, bluntly saying that "his money is not rare", and said that there is no relationship between their father and daughter for a long time, so let him stop bothering himself in the future.

hung up the phone, Xingyu slapped the phone on the desk with a "snap", pouting and looking unhappy.

The original owner couldn't make any money, so he begged her rich father for mercy like a poor little beggar and asked him to help save her uncle.

But Xingyu has medical skills, and Hyun Ye is by her side, so she doesn't need to beg the "biological father" to do anything.

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Hyunya never figured out why she was suddenly angry just now.

Seeing her anger increasing instead of decreasing, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you angry about?"

Xingyu's dark and translucent eyes glared at the air, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

How to tell him, she suddenly remembered the "good sister" of the fairy world with a similar personality to Zhao Wanqing, his "kind" concubine.

When it comes to that woman, it is inevitable to talk about the past.

And once she talks about those past events, there are too many injuries between her and Hyun Ye that can't be mentioned.......

And the matter between her and that person, she didn't want Hyunya to get involved.

This is a family matter between her and her "good sister" daughter, and he is not suitable to help him deal with it.

"Nothing. ”

Xingyu turned his head to look at the fiery red sun outside the window, and pushed the pot out: "It's all because the weather is too hot, and it's stuffy and makes people irritable." ”

"Then why don't you let it rain down?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Hyunye's mouth, and her dark phoenix eyes were as deep as a pool, and she had already seen her lame excuse, but she didn't break it, but instead proposed a sentence according to her words.

Xingyu waved his hand with a compassionate look, and muttered: "Forget it, you got up at this time, and I don't know how many "soup chickens" you will come up with later." ”

She closed her exercise book, stuffed it into his hand, and continued: "You're idle anyway, just fan me well, it's cooler, and my anger will naturally disappear." ”