During the meal, Xiahou Ziyue rarely spoke, and sat there quietly, eating very gentlely, showing good education.

It is impossible to tell from her that she is a terminally ill person.

In this regard, Xiahou Ming explained to Bai Muye.

"She had this disease at the beginning, about two months, and she just fell asleep every time, for about two or three days. But later, the time became shorter and shorter, and the sleeping time became longer and longer."

"In recent times, it has occurred every two days, and each time it takes six or seven days to wake up. Today is the second day she wakes up. If there is no accident, she will fall into a deep sleep again tomorrow."

Xiahou Ming's tone was a little low, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at his daughter, and sighed: "I have asked people who know how to sleep again if she wakes up for less than half a day, then..."

Xiahou Ming didn't say it, but Bai Muye understood.

When that time comes, Xiahou Ziyue will probably be completely helpless.

"When did it start?" Bai Muye asked.

"Three years ago, the specific time should be three years, two months and three days."

Xiahou Ming's expression seemed calm, but every word he said was full of bleakness.

"Do you know who is the one who casts the art?" Bai Muye glanced at Xiahou Ziyue, then frowned slightly.

He hates this kind of practice that affects his family.

Even if every penny spent by Xiahou Ziyue from childhood was bloody and full of sin, that was not something she could choose.

If you have the ability, go for Xiahou Ming!

What is the ability to bully a little girl?

Xiahou Ming shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes a little complicated: "I don't know, I have many competitors in the mall, I only know that the person who casts the art should be a talisman master, but who is... I'm going to tell you, don't look at me as if I have a certain identity in this Liming City. But the businessman... actually has no status, and I'm particularly powerless to investigate such a thing."

Are you a businessman with no status?

What are you kidding?

And why don’t you mention your city lord brother?

Hoho!

At a glance, you can tell that Xiahou Ming didn't tell the truth.

But this is not something that Shiraki Muye needs to care about now.

The purpose of his coming here is to make money and get resources. As for other things, it depends on the situation.

"Well, I understand, start tomorrow..."

Bai Muye was talking, when Xiahou Ziyue, who had been eating quietly over there, suddenly raised her head and looked at Xiahou Ming. Her voice was soft, but her tone was determined in her unrefutable: "I want to talk to Mr. Bai."

Xiahou Ming hesitated for a moment and glanced at his daughter.

At this time, Xiahou Ziyue lowered her eyelids and did not look at her father.

"Okay, you are all young people, so it's good to communicate more." Xiahou Ming thought about it for a while and agreed.

Then he picked up the wine glass and signaled to Yao Qian who was drinking with him, and then said to Bai Muye with a pleading look: "Young Master Bai, little girl... I'll leave it to the young master. I hope that the young master will save her life no matter what!"

"Get people's money and get rid of disasters with others," Bai Muye smiled and said, "So don't worry, I will definitely do my best."

"That's good, I'll do it, you guys do it!" Xiahou Ming drank the wine in the glass.

Then he asked Bai Muye casually: "Young Master Bai is young and promising. Obviously, he should be a genius in the field of talisman masters, but why is his mental power low?"

Bai Muye glanced at him and said, "I am still young and I still have a lot of room for growth in the future."

"Haha, too!" Xiahou Ming smiled and thought to himself that he was indeed a swelling little young man, unable to withstand any doubts.

At the starting point of the twenty-point mental power, you have a bad future.

I have really strong learning ability, high IQ, and have learned so many complicated things.

I don’t know if there will be a chance to get the ancient talismans from him.

Those things are very valuable.

At this point, he had completely relieved.

There is only one concern left in my heart, that is, whether my daughter's disease can be cured.

Bai Muye drank white water without any fluctuations in his heart.

At this time, Xiahou Ziyue put down the bowls and chopsticks: "I've finished eating. Mr. Bai, have you eaten? Will we find a place to talk after eating?"

"How can this child urge the guests?" Xiahou Ming glanced at his daughter.

Xiahou Ziyue ignored him, her eyes as pure as water were still staring at Bai Muye's eyes.

"Haha, I've already eaten. Let's have two old men... let's drink here. Let's go, where will we talk?"

"My room."

Xiahou Ziyue said, then stood up, ignored Xiahou Ming, who was sitting on the dark face, nodded slightly to Bai Muye, and left directly.

Bai Muye smiled at the two of them and said, "You drink slowly, Lao Yao, drink more with President Xiahou. I'm going to chat with Miss Ziyue."

After saying that, he followed him.

Du Duoer, who was sitting at the same table, couldn't help but be shocked. She had never seen someone who dared to be so presumptuous in front of the president.

Seeing Bai Muye following Miss Ziyue and leaving the restaurant, she couldn't help but whisper: "President, do I want it..."

Xiahou waved his hand clearly: "Forget it, if there is a topic among the young people, don't participate."

They are young people?

Du Duoer felt a little emotional, am I?

Yao Qian saw all this and felt more and more confident. He thought to himself, was Xiaobai trying to find a breakthrough from Xiahou Ming’s daughter?

It seems that his daughter and her father are not from the same place.

...

...

In Xiahou Ziyue's room.

Bai Muye sat on the sofa without looking around.

After all, it is someone’s boudoir, so it’s a bit rude to look around.

However, this room is very ordinary, and it is not like many girls, which is decorated with pink and tenderness and full of girlish hearts.

If I didn't know, I thought I had entered a hotel.

The things were tidy and there were no clothes thrown everywhere.

There is only one book on the bedside table except for a desk lamp.

Xiahou Ziyue closed the door, took a look at the room, then took out a small instrument from her body, and placed it carefully next to the book on the bedside table.

Bai Muye watched her fiddle.

Xiahou Ziyue gently turned on the instrument.

This instrument is very small, similar to one finger of an adult.

After turning on, two seconds later, a red light lit up on it.

Xiahou Ziyue frowned, then gently pressed a button on the instrument.

Two seconds later, the red light turned into a green light.

She nodded with satisfaction and looked at Bai Muye and said, "Someone monitored and I blocked it."

Shiraki: "..."

This wave of operations is really a show, the father monitors his daughter, and the daughter counter-monitoring?

The next moment, Xiahou Ziyue started talking straight to Bai Muye.

"I know very well what disease I have. First of all, you can't cure it, and secondly, I don't want to treat it either."

"Why? Bai Muye looked at Xiahou Ziyue with some surprise.

"My father wants to kill you, do you know?" Xiahou Ziyue did not answer, but instead raised a question that surprised Bai Muye.

Bai Muye looked stunned: "Kill me? Why?"

"Because you have affected their business, causing huge losses to their organization, and also losing a lot of face. If you don't kill you, they are afraid that others will follow suit." Xiahou Ziyue's expression was calm and her voice was not loud.

That expression seemed to be telling Bai Muye something very ordinary.

She raised her head and looked at Bai Muye with her eyes very clean, and said, "Actually, I have a sense that you know this."

Bai Muye looked at her with a dumbfounded look: "Do you think I am a god?"

"Sorry, this is just my intuition." Xiahou Ziyue said softly.

"I can't understand what you just said at all. Your father is in Liming City, I am in Baihua City, and I am just a student, how could it affect his business?"

"It's true that my dad wants to kill you. They always like to monitor me, so I installed an anti-tracking device in the monitor they made and heard a lot of their secrets."
To be continued...