Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

There seemed to be something hidden in my brother-in-law's words.

Xia Zhiyuan lowered his head and picked at his fingers, not looking at his cell phone which had been broken into pieces - it was all caused by reading novels.

Is your Highness in a very bad situation right now?

Bah, bah, bah, what am I thinking about? Isn't this a certainty? If... the system really drags Your Highness into modern society, then Your Highness who is unfamiliar with modern society will inevitably suffer!

How could I be so dejected at this time? His Highness needs me now, and I must find His Highness.

Xia Zhiyuan turned on his phone and typed the four big words "Changxiao Group" directly in the search bar.

She was nervous, her fingertips pressed against the screen, watching the circle on the screen constantly spinning, and she didn't know whether she owed any cell phone bills during the long time she was unconscious.

Don't deduct hundreds of dollars from her for every reason. She really has no money in her pocket!

When I thought about the tens of thousands of savings I had worked so hard to save, once I entered the hospital and lay down, all that was left were just a few cold coins.

She wanted to jump into the river.

Life is always bitter like a cup of coffee...

Perhaps the signal in the hospital was not very good. Xia Zhiyuan waited for a full minute before he saw the page slowly pop up on his phone.

As expected, it was written on it that the headquarters of Changxiao Group was located right in the center of Qingshui City. This was indeed... a place of wealth and arrogance. The land there made Xia Zhiyuan feel that even the rats there were worth more than himself.

If I just go over there rashly, won’t I be beaten out by the distinguished security guard?

"Oh my god...what's going on?"

When the man was about to start the car, he found that five pure black Maybachs surrounded his slim Japanese car.

Through the misty black car window, the three people could see a stern man wearing sunglasses.

"Did you get robbed by gangsters?"

"You can't be so unlucky!"

"Who else would drive a Maybach to rob people?"

His fingers were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel.

The man didn't even dare to breathe. If he accidentally turned the steering wheel and hit the valuable black luxury car in front of him, he wouldn't be able to afford the compensation even if he sold his butt.

"Don't be so nervous. Maybe you're not here to find us. Look at what you look like now."

My cousin was calmer. She turned around and comforted her husband, putting her other hand on the passenger door, intending to get out of the car and discuss with the other car owners whether they could give up their way.

It's difficult to change the parking space because it's blocked. They have to drive out before they can change it.

However, as soon as my cousin opened the car door, a row of people from the opposite side jumped out of the car in unison. They were all wearing black uniforms, both men and women.

The leader had a miniature camera clipped onto his sunglasses and stood tall, looking like he was ready to kill.

He came to his brother-in-law's car window and knocked on the door with his fingers, being quite polite.

Am I just worrying too much and feeling guilty?

The man raised his head, looked at the dark sunglasses, gave a flattering smile, and immediately lowered the car window to allow the two to communicate more conveniently.

"My dear, what can I do for you?"

"Alas, we are patients who come here to see a doctor. We don't have much money. How about you be flexible?"

He rubbed his hands and spoke with embarrassment.

However, the young man completely ignored him.

He just took out an antique scroll from his hand, carefully unfolded it, and said to the man in a dignified voice: "We are looking for this person, have you seen it?"

The woman in the painting was standing under a pink crabapple tree, with her fingers rolling up the petals. She was wearing a luxurious light blue dress, with clear eyebrows and eyes full of affection, as if she was smiling at herself.

Isn’t this Ji Won!!!

His subconscious action betrayed himself. The moment he turned his head, the man wearing sunglasses standing outside the window also looked towards the back seat, and saw a woman wearing a scarf, who looked exactly like the woman in the portrait that his mistress had given him, sitting in the back seat.

However, the woman's complexion was a little pale, which was slightly different from the rosy-complexioned woman in the eldest lady's portrait.

"Call Captain Di!"

The man in sunglasses narrowed his eyes and made a prompt decision. He picked up the intercom he had hung at the door and immediately called the captain who was sitting in the car.

"We found the person the lady was looking for!"

Even though his head was dizzy at the moment, Xia Zhiyuan had figured out his current situation. And the "Captain Di" mentioned by the man in sunglasses couldn't be Di Ping!

"Hehe... you stupid robot, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about..."

"You didn't say you would involve Di Ping in this matter!"

After hearing the host's hoarse accusations, the system simply pretended to be dead.

"Host, this is what a side story is. It can't be that there is only the protagonist and no supporting characters. If so, then the side story of this novel would not be a side story!"

It really is full of twisted ideas, Xia Zhiyuan already knows it.

I thought that if it was really His Highness who sent Di Ping to find me, then it would not be difficult for me to follow Di Ping.

As soon as the man finished speaking, another black car door opened and a man in a black suit jumped out.

Her inky black hair fell on her shoulders and she was wearing bulletproof armor. Xia Zhiyuan recognized her handsome face at first glance.

I don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

The first person he saw was actually this guy Di Ping. He didn't know whether the little princess was there or whether she had been teleported here by the system.

It seemed that Di Ping had known Xia Zhiyuan's location a long time ago. The first thing she looked at after getting off the car was Xia Zhiyuan's direction. Her eyes, without any emotion, made people tremble.

She might as well be wearing a mask.

Xia Zhiyuan swallowed his saliva. He had a feeling that Di Ping was not coming to him on the orders of His Highness, but was going to pull out a dagger and stab him in the next second.

"Wait... Who is your young lady? What's the matter with this painting? What does it have to do with our Zhiyuan?"

"Could it be that this is some new type of fraud?"

The middle-aged woman obviously didn't buy it. Although she had taken a quick look at the appearance of the woman in the painting, she only felt that the two people were similar in spirit but different in appearance.

The man was silent, thinking of the instructions given to him by his eldest daughter, and then, he, who was not good at speaking, began to organize his words.

He said politely and respectfully: "In reply to this lady, our young lady is the current heir of Changxiao Group, born in the eldest branch of the Zhao family."

"We are here to see Miss Xia on the orders of the young lady."