Chapter 33 - The Bad Temper of Mu Young Master (2/2)

However, she still did not appear in his group of friends on Weixin.

It’s not good when a woman plays too hard-to-get!

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Nan Zhi got a call from Qin Bingyu on her way back to the hospital, after she had finished filming a cooking video at Yanran’s house.

“Zhizhi, my mom fell accidentally. I really want to bring her to the hospital but she keeps refusing to go. Can you do me a favor?” Qin Bingyu pleaded. Her tone was gentle, yet laced with a small tinge of begging and Nan Zhi could hear the worry in her voice.

“Is Auntie Qin alright? What kind of favor? I will do what I can to help.”

“My mom is working as a part-time helper for an old lady. The old lady said that her grandson was going back for dinner tonight and told my mom to prepare a few more dishes. However, my mom sc.r.a.ped her palms when she fell and I don’t know whether she broke any bones. She keeps insisting that she needs to prepare dinner at the old lady’s place as she’s afraid of losing her job.”

Nan Zhi understood then what kind of favor Qin Bingyu wanted from her. She agreed easily, “Send me the address of the old lady’s house, then send Auntie Qin to the hospital quickly. Leave it to me.”

Nan Zhi was usually clear and could easily distinguish between the ones she loved and the ones she she didn’t. For anyone who had ever been good to her, she would give her all to them if she could. There were not many people left who she cared about, Bingyu and Auntie Qin were a part of them.

Nan Zhi took a taxi to go to the address Yubing had sent her as soon as she received it.

The place that the old lady stayed in was an old and ancient courtyard house that was quiet, unique and elegant.

Nan Zhi explained Auntie Qin’s situation when she saw the housekeeper in charge of taking care of the old lady and a.s.sured her she was capable of doing the job. After some basic instructions, the housekeeper brought her into the kitchen.

Two hours later.

Six dishes and one soup dish were placed on the large round table. The only thing missing was a fruits platter.

Nan Zhi wiped away the sweat from her forehead. She was about to take a break when steady footsteps suddenly sounded from outside in the hall, following the sound of the opening door and some shuffling. She could hear the housekeeper’s voice trail over, “Young Master, you’re back.”