Luo Anning lay down on the sofa, covering her eyes with one arm, and her tone was very disappointed: "I don't know. Marriage is not a joke, I also want to manage it well, but..."

In her memory, her father is the kind of person who can give up glory to accompany his wife and daughter even if he is doing a big business outside, even if he returns home.

When my father rests on weekends, he will take his mother to play with her. Even if he is just walking and taking a walk in the park not far from home, his father is satisfied.

And mother, in business, is the right-hand man of her father, and at home, she is the gentle and virtuous hostess.

Not only did she help her husband manage the company well, but she also managed the family in an orderly manner.

She envied the indescribable but also the warmth between her parents.

Catherine seemed to see through her thoughts, picked up the coffee and took a sip. She felt the silky feeling on her tongue, and stared at the coffee table with thoughtful eyes.

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"Mr. Tang, good morning! Mr. Rong is waiting for you in the president's office. Please come in." The secretary smiled and made a gesture to Tang Dynasty.

His eyes turned around the secretary's sweet face, and Tang Chao whistled frivolously: "What a waste of resources. What a pity for such a beautiful girl standing three meters away."

The secretary blushed when he was praised by the Tang Dynasty. He lowered his head and said, "Young Master Tang, there is still business to do, so I'll go down first." Then he ran away shyly.

Tang Chao curled his lips and walked in with a swagger.

"I said, what's the matter if you summon me so anxiously?" Sitting down on the sofa casually, Tang Chao glanced at Rong Yan, who was frowning at the desk.

"Xiyan's right hand is ruined." Rong Shao said concisely.

The frivolous smile on Tang Dynasty's face suddenly restrained, "What?"

Rong Yan rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and his tone could not hide his fatigue for several days: "You contact a foreign expert and make sure to cure her right hand. She is a doctor, and the right hand with a scalpel is equivalent to her second life."

Tang Chao murmured in a low voice: "Why did I go looking for her? Does her right hand have a dime to do with me?"

"A Chao!" Rong Yan called him in a stressed tone.

The Tang Dynasty conditioned reflex: "Come!"

Rong Yan sighed, got up from the desk, came to the wine cabinet, poured two glasses of whiskey, and walked to the sofa to sit down, "Xiyan suffered injuries to save An Ning. Her right hand was ruined, and I also have the responsibility. For the sake of emotion and reason, I should take care of her. The most important thing now is to cure her hands."

He handed the wine glass to him, took a sip, and burned the spicy food all the way down the esophagus, bringing a hot and hot heat.

Tang Dynasty took the whiskey and did not rush to drink it. Instead, he held it in his hand and played with it. "If I remember correctly, Mo Xiyan's teacher Zhou Zhong is a legend in the medical field. Why bother to invite any experts? Her teacher, the great god, is there, and all the problems will be solved."

Rong Yan narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, then let out a big breath, rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and punched Tang Chao on the shoulder: "I'm really saving you!"

It's really confusing. He wanted to ask an expert to cure Mo Xiyan's hand, but he forgot that the teacher she went abroad with was a genius with a rare reputation in the medical community in a century.
Chapter completed!