Madam Dihao is not good

I met a few servants on the way, and they all looked at her in shock: "Young Mistress, what's wrong with you, you are not allowed to shout in the villa... Young Mistress, Young Mistress!"

Chanel ignored it, went straight to the door, and pushed it open

Inside the room was a servant cleaning up the room, Su Shijie had long since disappeared.

"What's the matter, so loud in the early morning?"

Surrounded by several servants, a woman walked over. [

About 50 years old, with a head of gray hair tied neatly in a bun, dressed in plain clothes, with sharp eyes, and a shrewd and capable appearance.

Hearing that the servants just called her Aunt Li, she should be in charge of this villa.

Chanel asked: "Where's Su Shijie? Tell him to get out!"

"The young master has gone to the company, what does the young mistress want from him?"

Chanel said coldly: "Your young mistress is lying in the hospital now, life and death are uncertain, how can he, a husband, ignore it!"

"Young mistress is joking, aren't you here now?" Aunt Li spoke politely, but her tone was blunt, and she didn't take her seriously, which shows that Xia Xiner's status at home is not even as good as that of a servant.

"I'm not young mistress..."

"Young mistress is talking nonsense. She must have lost her mind last night. Go and call a doctor."

The two servants immediately took orders and left.

"You..." Chanel is in a hurry, every minute is precious now, and there is no time to spend here, "I can't explain it clearly to you servants, tell me Su Shijie's mobile phone number! I will contact him myself!"

"Isn't there young mistress?"

"That's probably his assistant's number, I want his personal one!"

"Young mistress really thinks highly of me. How can we servants have the young master's personal number?" Aunt Li said with sarcasm, turned and left after speaking.

Chanel ate a turtle and didn't know what to do when her phone rang again.

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In the city hospital.

"Why save me"

There was a violent sound of glass breaking, the woman's face was pale, her expression was fragmented, she was holding the glass tightly against her neck...