Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Xiao Gao, why doesn't Yuwei come out?"

A woman wearing a windbreaker walked into the room. She always raised her chin slightly. Even though Ji Yuwei was several centimeters taller than her, she still wanted to maintain her aloof image. .

"What are you doing for your procrastination?" Ji Peishan first glared at Secretary Gao, then looked at Ji Yuwei with disgust.

Secretary Gao clicked his tongue, spread his hands and said, "Sister Peishan, I've been calling her for a long time, but she thinks she is the eldest lady and ignores me at all."

This was frame-up, but Ji Yuwei was too lazy to refute.

"Why do you talk too much when we are talking to our own family?" Ji Peishan said deliberately, "Sister, let's go to the hospital quickly. We don't know what happened to dad. Let's go, you and I are in the same car."

Hospital?

Ji Shaocheng is a person who rarely shows weakness. He will never step into the hospital unless he has to.

It seems that the situation is more serious than I thought.

She and Ji Peishan got into Secretary Gao's car. Ji Yuwei sat in the passenger seat and backed away looking at the scenery outside the window.

The atmosphere in the car was a bit dull. Usually Secretary Gao would say something and chat with Ji Peishan to make her happy.

Today he was tight-lipped and didn't even play soft music.

After arriving at the hospital, Ji Peishan finally realized something was wrong.

The cold light, the corridor with no end in sight, Secretary Gao's gloomy expression, and Ji Shaocheng's eyes tightly closed in the glass window.

His body was wrapped with a lot of gauze and connected to a lot of tubes.

Ji Peishan screamed and threw herself against the door, trying to keep her eyes open, hoping to see more from the small window.

Ji Yuwei sat on the bench in the corridor. She secretly laughed in her heart. She was almost thirty years old and still looked like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world.

Should we say Ji Peishan is innocent and cute, or should we say she has no authority?

Even such a waste could, with the support of Ji Shaocheng, get a doctorate and achieve great results. If it were him...

Ji Yuwei shook her head, how could she think like this? She was clearly a person whose time was numbered.

What other people do is none of her business. Besides, she only knows how to dance, so she doesn't have the expertise of her elder sister.

"Sister Peishan, please calm down, your dad is actually..."

"How can you tell me to calm down?! What happened to my dad! Tell me quickly!"

"He...he today..."

Secretary Gao whispered in Ji Peishan's ear, and Ji Yuwei vaguely heard "a madman", "more than thirty dollars", "nothing serious, just comatose" and so on.

She put her hand into her pocket unconsciously. Is that little yellow talisman really that powerful?

"Ji Yuwei, you just laughed, didn't you?"

Suddenly, Ji Peishan approached aggressively and asked, "It's already this time, and you can still laugh. How can you be so content?"

"I didn't." After Ji Yuwei said this, she pursed her lips and stood up to leave.

She could feel the center of her palm getting hotter and hotter. She stretched out her left foot and was about to go downstairs when the heat almost burned her skin and she couldn't help but tremble.

With a scream, the shadow behind Ji Yuwei flew into the air and rolled down instantly.

The stairs in the hospital were very long, and Ji Peishan fell hard. Ji Yuwei slowly walked to her side and smiled at her disfigured face.

"I really didn't laugh just now, but now I admit, I did."