The family breakfast was already prepared, and upon seeing her come down, Rong Che immediately came up and said, "Sister, you worked so late yesterday, why are you up so early?"
"There's something I need to do." Qiao Qiqi smiled at him and said, "By the way, my brother is coming back today. I can't pick him up because of something. Could you please pick him up for me?"
"Sure, no problem."
Rong Che agreed verbally, but in his heart, he was crazily complaining about Qiao Jiezhe. How old is he, and he still makes his sister pick him up from the airport every time? Really doesn't know how to feel for others.
The two were having breakfast when a servant suddenly ran in, flustered, and said, "Miss, it's not good, Old Mrs. Qiao seems to be dying!"
With one sentence, Qiao Qiqi became completely awake; her originally groggy head was now clear.
"Did you call an ambulance?"
"I called, but it looks like it's too late." The servant was a bit nervous, afraid of being held responsible.
