"By the way, Master, Miss and her teacher called to inquire about Miss.
I have told Miss' teacher truthfully."
The housekeeper suddenly remembered this matter.
If he could make the young master change his view of the young lady, he would not mind mentioning the young lady more in front of the young master.
You can't live in hatred all your life, you have to look forward.
Besides, the young lady is really innocent.
He, the housekeeper of the Zhou family, feels sorry for the young lady.
I took a blame that I shouldn't have taken.
It's strange to say that in the past, the teacher wouldn't even call me if she didn't go to school, but now she starts calling.
It's really surprising and curious.
Of course the housekeeper didn't know that the teacher was forced to call him, and the person who forced him was naturally Jiang Xingchen, the school's eldest son.
The teacher really didn't understand how Jiang Xingchen could pay attention to a girl, and she was also a weird girl.
I have to say that this school sweetheart's tastes have changed really quickly.
In the blink of an eye, she started to attack the ugliest girl in the class.
In fact, the teacher is also very curious about Yan Xiaomo.
He has never seen Yan Xiaomo reveal his face, and he doesn't know what Yan Xiaomo really looks like.
He must be ugly, so he hides his face.
If he was good-looking, he would have exposed his face long ago.
When Yan Xiaomo opened her eyes, her vision was still a little blurry, and it took a long time before she could see her surroundings clearly.
She seemed to be lying on the bed, with an infusion set still in her white hand, and her head was still a little dizzy, but she felt much better and not as uncomfortable as before.
His body had no strength at all and seemed to be hollowed out.
Her eyes moved to the water on the table.
She wanted to drink, but she didn't have any strength in her body and could only stare at the water glass.
It would be great if someone could help her at this time.
The sunlight outside fell on the white bedding through the window.
As time passed, the ray of sunlight slowly moved on Yan Xiaomo's eyelids.
Unable to bear the glare, Yan Xiaomo closed her eyes.
Suddenly, the door rang, and someone seemed to come in.
Yan Xiaomo listened carefully to the footsteps, which seemed to be those of Zhou Yu.
Sometimes, the identity of the other party can be judged from the difference in footsteps, provided that the other party is understood.
She slowly opened her eyes, sooner or later she would have to face Zhou Yu.
Now that he came to find her, it showed that he didn't hate her that much in his heart.
In fact, to be honest, Yan Xiaomo felt that Zhou Yu hated Zhou Yu inexplicably, because the perpetrator was the mother of the original owner, and her clone was innocent, and she had been hated by Zhou Yu for so long in vain.
This is really unfair at all, and it's clearly not the original owner's fault.
If it was the original owner's fault and the original owner killed someone, Yan Xiaomo felt that Zhou Yu was too kind to the original owner.
But the original owner was just a child who didn't understand anything.
She didn't know what the adults did.
Why put all the fault on one child?
Children are innocent after all.
However, Yan Xiaomo would not persuade Zhou Yu like this.
She wanted to give Zhou Yu some unforgettable memories.
However, he knew that in life, he did not have to hate someone, but to cherish someone properly.
"Brother."
Yan Xiaomo's voice sounded, hoarse and weak, which made people feel distressed.
She stared at Zhou Yu and saw Zhou Yu sitting on the edge of the bed, blocking all the sunlight. oshow7: