After hanging up the call, Yao Yifan reported the content of the conversation to Lou Yuming one by one, and also casually mentioned, "Dai Ze said that Miss Song seems very tired these two days, I wonder if she is sick."
Lou Yuming's brows furrowed, his face as gloomy and chilling as a ghost.
He held his new phone, looked at Song Xi's WeChat avatar, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Don't mention the matter of Shao Anna to her, not even a word."
Yao Yifan nodded solemnly.
Suddenly thinking of something, Lou Yuming suddenly said coldly, "You dare to hang up my call directly now?"
Yao Yifan was a little stunned.
The next second, Lou Yuming said, "Forget it, go and contact the brand. Arrange everything that fits Song Xi's image for her."
"Yes, Mr. Lou."
After Yao Yifan left, Lou Yuming stared at the phone screen, his aura extremely gloomy.
At this moment, at the old Shao family mansion.
After returning from the hospital, Anna complained of body aches and a pale face, lying in bed feigning weakness.
For this, Shao Cheng had a big argument with the old lady, which ended with the old lady clutching her chest.
Shao Cheng stood in the corridor smoking, his face full of worry and gloom. The servants passing by dared not say a word.
"Is she awake yet?"
The servant stopped, a little guilty, "Miss still..."
"Forget it, you can go." He had almost no patience, threw his cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and his entire being was filled with a rare ferocity and anger.
The next second, he walked directly to Anna's bedroom with a cold face.
The wooden door was kicked open by him. The woman on the bed trembled and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
The air became extremely silent at this moment. Shao Cheng coldly glanced at the figure on the bed, the transparent lenses reflecting sharp, cold light.
"Someone will take you to the airport at six o'clock tomorrow morning. You don't need to come back anymore."
As soon as he said this, Anna was so frightened that she jumped out of bed.
"I'm not going!"
Her eyes were red, as if she was extremely wronged, "Brother... I don't want to go back."
Shao Cheng's expression was blank, his gaze growing colder, "Your tricks of acting pitiful and selling sympathy won't work on me, you should know that."
As expected, when Anna heard this, her expression immediately changed. A hint of coldness appeared on her beautiful face.
"Brother..."
"I can't bear it."
Anna stumbled towards him, but before her fingertips could touch his clothes, Shao Cheng dodged her with a dark expression.
"Enough!"
Shao Cheng pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his voice sinister, "Marcia was right, letting you come back was a mistake!"
Marcia was the former housekeeper who served Anna abroad.
Upon hearing Marcia's name, Anna's face instantly changed.
"I tried to turn a blind eye to your actions during this time, but I didn't expect you to be getting more and more out of hand! Anna, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have Shao family blood flowing through you. With you like this, you don't deserve to be a Shao!"
He seemed to have made up his mind.
Anna's calm expression finally flashed a hint of panic. So, as Shao Cheng turned away, she took out her trump card from under the pillow.
"Aunt Mei said! You should take care of me!"
Shao Cheng's body stiffened. He turned around, looked at the photo in her hand, and his dark pupils contracted.
Anna began to play the emotional card, walking to Shao Cheng's side, her eyes teary, "Brother, you promised Aunt Mei..."
The photograph of her mother looked extremely unreal on the yellowed paper, but the elegant and serene woman in the photo smiled gently, as if everything were a dream.
Shao Cheng's expression was momentarily stunned. After his mother passed away, his father had cleaned out all traces of her from the house, not even leaving a photo. Thus, gradually, his memory of his mother also became increasingly blurred.
And now, Shao Cheng saw his mother clearly again! And his usually calm heart began to churn like waves.