Zongling Biography

Chapter 580 Weakness
Ji Sijiu said to the air: "Take your things and report to the police!"

Zong Muyin naturally knew that she wasn't talking to her and Zong Musui, so he clenched his hands nervously.

She then sealed a few acupuncture points on the child's body with golden needles, but the windows inside the house suddenly opened, as if there was a strong wind blowing outside, and the curtains fluttered.

Seeing that it was about to be completed, something strange happened.

She smiled contemptuously with the corners of her mouth curled up, and instead of stopping what she was doing, she sped up her speed.

And the child on the bed let out a wow at this moment and burst into tears.

An old lady in a black shroud rushed straight at her back. Seeing this situation, Zong Musui instinctively wanted to remind her, but without opening his mouth, Ji Sijiu waved his hand to the back, angry Said: "Go away! Don't be ignorant!"

Zong Muyin tremblingly asked the younger brother beside him, "Who should get out? Why do I feel so cold in the room?"

Zong Musui raised his eyebrows and put his hands into his trouser pockets calmly, "How do I know?"

The old lady fell down on the ground behind her, "No Feng, where did you come from? Get out of my house!"

Ji Sijiu didn't pay attention to her at all, she rushed over and then stretched out her hand to shake it off, and repeated this, which later made her a little annoyed, the old lady's dirty words almost dirty her ears, so she directly asked Xihua to come out and give her a hand. She ran away.

She rolled her eyes and muttered: "It's really annoying, Min Qi doesn't cry, my aunt beat her away, let's continue."

While burning incense, she muttered about administering needles, and it ended after a while.

She got up and put the things back into the box. In just half an hour, it seemed simple, but her clothes were already soaked, the hair on her forehead was sticking to her skin, and her lips were bleeding white.

What she does is not physical strength, but mental strength, which can also make people feel tired.

Zong Musui handed her a tissue and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, if it wasn't for someone blocking the way halfway, I could go faster."

Zong Muyin saw that the child was no different from before, and asked in puzzlement: "Sijiu, when will he get better?"

"Three days."

Zong Muyin was surprised and said: "Really? Thank you so much, really, I don't even know what to say, Min Qi's eyes have always been my heart disease, this time it can be regarded as a solution."

When she reached out to touch Ji Sijiu's arm, she was suddenly shocked, "Your clothes are all wet! How are you? Do you need to take a break?"

Ji Sijiu waved his hand, "No need to rest, let's go! Let's go see your old man."

As soon as she took a step, she felt a little dizzy. She hadn't exhausted her energy for a long time, and she couldn't bear it for a while.

Zong Musui quickly reached out to support her, "Why don't you rest for a while?"

She shook her head stubbornly, and said something meaningful: "Strike while the iron is hot!"

Zong Musui sighed, put his arms around her shoulders and took her out affectionately, but actually hoped that she could walk on her own and help her share some weight.

Zong Muyin ordered the nanny sitting outside the door to go in, and then led them to the lobby.

Ji Sijiu quickly scanned the faces of several people, guessing that the person sitting in the wheelchair in the lobby should be the old man of Si Wen's family, Si Wenmu.

He must be more than 80 years old, his hair is silvery white, and there are many age spots on his hands, and the woman who is taking care of him is very young, she seems to be younger than Si Wenxuan's mother sitting beside him.

There were Si Wenxuan and his parents in the lobby. Except for Si Wenxuan, the faces of the rest were not very good-looking, as if expressing their dissatisfaction.

(End of this chapter)