Teacher Gao knew what she was thinking, stood up and said to Gu Yajie, "The child is not awake yet, what's the situation?" Gu Yajie looked at Teacher Gao unhappily, "If you don't wake up, just wake her up. This is the reporters from the local station. What a pity that I missed the interview!"

Teacher Gao looked at her angrily, "The child's arm is broken. Don't you ask her how injured she is, and you will ask the reporter to interview you when you come up? Is there anyone who is an elder like you?"

Gu Yajie sneered, "You are so funny. I am her stepmother after all. Which onion are you? You are just a colleague."

The reporters looked at Xiang Nuanyang's injured arm and whispered to Teacher Gao: "We only take up a little time. Can you please wake her up?"

Teacher Gao wanted to refuse, but Xiang Nuanyang opened his eyes. The reporters walked towards her overjoyed and wanted to conduct an interview.

Xiang Nuanyang answered the reporter's questions one by one, and finally she said: "Comrade reporter, can I make a small request?"

The reporters nodded, "Of course, you said."

Xiang Nuanyang said seriously, "Can you please post a missing person notice under my report?"

Everyone was surprised by her proposal, "Who are you looking for?"

Xiang Nuanyang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Do you know which old designer in the design of our Chunfeng Lane and the appearance of the building?"

A reporter frowned and thought for a moment, saying, "Are you talking about the old gentleman, the father of Oriental Baroque design?"

Nodding to Nuanyang, the reporter replied regretfully, "But he has passed away. Because I wanted to ask him for an exclusive interview before, I learned about his death."

Xiang Nuanyang cheered up and said, "No, what I want to find is his chief disciple, because I heard that the last design manuscript he left behind was passed to his eldest disciple."

The reporter asked curiously: "What are you going to do with him? Is it for the manuscript?"

Xiang Nuanyang replied: "No, I asked him to restore the appearance of our Chunfeng Lane to its original appearance. Chunfeng Lane is the last Baroque-style building complex in our entire city. Its existence has considerable artistic and historical value."

The reporter looked at the young girl with a deep face and looked awe-inspiring. She did not show her brilliance in the reporter's inquiry, and her thoughts were all for the Spring Breeze Alley. How could such a person not be admired?

"Okay, we will help you fulfill this wish, but we can't be sure what will happen. But we hope you can find this designer."

The reporters finished speaking and left the hospital.

Gu Yajie had not left yet. She looked at Xiang Nuanyang with dissatisfaction, "Children, it's not me who said you. The reporter came to interview me just now. Why don't you tell me the actual situation? You don't need money when you are hospitalized? I'm standing here, so you ask them to interview me too."

Xiang Nuanyang frowned and looked at Gu Yajie, "What are you interviewing? Do you tell the property manager my secret? Also, didn't you cause a lawsuit? Why did you have the time to come here?" This sentence is not polite at all, and there is no warmth at all.

Gu Yajie's face changed, "I haven't said it before..." Then she smiled and said, "Thanks to Xiao Si who helped me solve this matter, otherwise I would be done."

Si Hanyu? Xiang Nuanyang blinked. When did he help Gu Yajie sue? He actually won!

My heart felt a little closer to Si Hanyu.

She never said that? Who told Manager Lan about Uncle Lu’s daughter?

"Bang!" The door of the ward opened in response. Manager Lan walked in with a smile and looked at Xiang Nuanyang and said, "Oh, is the big hero injured? I happened to invite an acquaintance for you to come and take care of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Lu strode in with red eyes.

Her lips trembled, her thin hands clenched into fists, and her eyes were full of hatred. When Xiang Nuanyang saw Aunt Lu come in, her heart skipped a beat. It's over! Aunt Lu knows everything!

Aunt Lu's tears rolled down. She raised her hand to slap Xiang Nuanyang hard in the face, and fell on the hospital bed. Teacher Gao didn't react. He took a step forward and blocked Aunt Lu, "What's this for? What's wrong with you!"

While breaking away from Teacher Gao, Aunt Lu roared in a low voice: "What's wrong with me! I'll ask for justice for my daughter!" Her tears slid down, full of pain.

He lowered his head to Nuanyang without saying a word, silently accepting Aunt Lu's anger, "Aunt Lu... I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry?" Aunt Lu was held back by Teacher Gao and couldn't break free for a while. She cried, "My daughter has been dead for so many years! What's the use of saying sorry now! Who are you showing this sad look to!"

Hearing her shouting, Teacher Gao looked at Xiang Nuanyang in confusion.

Xiang Nuanyang pursed her lips. She could not say anything except sorry.

"You thief, you appeared and stole everything that originally belonged to my daughter! If it weren't for saving you, she wouldn't have died at all! I wouldn't have lost my beloved child... Nuanyang..." Aunt Lu yelled here and she was already crying.

Xiang Nuanyang also shed tears. Yes, she is the most sinful person in Aunt Lu's mouth.

Aunt Lu broke free from Teacher Gao, raised her hand and slapped her again. Xiang Nuanyang did not hide. She raised her head and closed her eyes tightly. Yes, all this was what she should bear.

However, the pain did not come. He opened his swaying eyes to Nuanyang and saw Uncle Lu grabbing Aunt Lu's wrist with a pale face.

Xiang Nuanyang's voice choked, "Uncle Lu..."

Lao Lu let go of Aunt Lu, then waved his hand to Xiang Nuanyang, "Don't call me Uncle Lu!" Xiang Nuanyang looked at Lao Lu's face and saw that his eyes were red, and that feeling of death was overflowing around him.

"Let's go," Lao Lu grabbed Aunt Lu's hand, "Stop making trouble."

Aunt Lu cried again, "My daughter...Old Lu...Our daughter!"

Uncle Lu’s eyebrows were filled with thick fatigue, “Forget it, even if you beat her to death, our daughter won’t come back! Let’s go…”

Xiang Nuanyang wanted to hold Uncle Lu, but she couldn't lift her hand at all. She shouted, "Uncle Lu! Forgive me, I will take care of you on behalf of my sister! Give me a chance, okay?"

Lao Lu's back became even more hunched. He waved his hand without saying a word.

The two left and Xiang Nuanyang cried bitterly. Manager Lan said coldly, "Little girl, I told you not toast and not eat, but you just went against me. This is just the beginning, and there are more interesting things in the future, you must be prepared!"

Teacher Gao was so angry that she trembled all over. She pushed Manager Lan, "Get out! Get out! Don't be so sarcastic! Go out quickly!"
Chapter completed!