Chapter 600: Do you still have that ability?

Su Yanyun...
Sister, you really think too much!
The two women were chatting and chatting until the middle of the night before finally falling asleep...
The next day, Su Yanyun and Rong Xuelong slept dead until noon before they got up.
"Ah—" Rong Xuelong yawned, "I still sleep well at home."
Su Yanyun returned to her bedroom, while Rong Xuelong went to wash.
She took a good morning bath, walked out of the bathroom, and saw the house full of servants and suitcases.
"What is this for?" She was stunned.
Aunt Chen reluctantly stepped forward: "Miss, I’m really sorry. Master said, you are not suitable for living here, now I invite you to leave and move back to the old house. Your things are packed for you. See if there is anything left out."
Rong Xuelong was stunned for at least two minutes before finally waking up.
"Yan Yun! I want to see Yan Yun!" She immediately wanted to run out.
Then the bodyguard stopped her: "Miss, don't make us embarrassed."
...
Rong Linyi received a call from Rong Xuelong on the way to Mu Chenfeng's clinic.
"Rong Linyi, you are so jealous, why are you bugging your old lady's room? Do you have such a mean brother and husband?"
Rong Linyi's face was dark, "Rong Xuelong, you should be thankful that you are my sister, otherwise I will just tear you apart."
"You also eavesdrop on the boudoir talk among women, you are not ashamed!" Rong Xuelong was being forcibly jammed into the car.
Rong Linyi replied coldly: "Because I am a jealous man."
Rong Xuelong: "...I, I told you, Yan Yun and I were both joking, and Yan Yun was also joking. You are not at the scene, don't think about it when you hear the voice. I said...Hey! Why hang up the phone... Damn, help—"
Just as Mu Chenfeng sent away a guest, he saw Rong Linyi sitting on the sofa outside like an ice sculpture.
"Why are you here again? Alone?" He noticed that Lord Jinzhu was not right.
Rong Linyi raised his eyes, and Mu Chenfeng suddenly felt that he was submerged in a sea of ​​vinegar, and he was about to be choked to death by the sourness...
"An Mingchen, do you know this person?" Rong Linyi gritted his teeth when he read the name.
Mu Chenfeng was taken aback: "Are you talking about the Patriarch of the Anwu Family? I... he is my senior patient. Why did you suddenly think of asking this person?"
"He came to you in May this year, right?" Rong Linyi asked again.
"Let me see." Mu Chenfeng took out the itinerary in his mobile phone and flipped through it, "Hey, how do you know, it's really early May."
"How is this person?" Rong Linyi's eyes darkened.
Mu Chenfeng shook his head: "The patient's privacy, I absolutely can't disclose, how do you..."
"Does he have disabled legs, long hair, white skin, and beautiful appearance?"
"How do you know?" Mu Chenfeng was surprised, "Have you seen him? It is said that he rarely sees outsiders."
"Why did he come in May this year?" Rong Linyi didn't answer Mu Chenfeng's question, instead asking him one question after another.
This question is not considered privacy, so Mu Chenfeng can only answer honestly: "He will do memory combing here once every six months. In May of this year, there was a seminar on my side that couldn’t go away. He happened to be free, so he would do it himself. Come here."
"He... his legs are broken, do he still have that ability?" Rong Linyi asked these words, as if his teeth were about to be crushed.
Mu Chenfeng trembled: "This, I really don't know."
Yi Shao now is terrible, terrible.
How could you suddenly become interested in the Patriarch of the Anwu family, and also feel interested in that aspect?
Mu Chenfeng felt that his small clinic could hardly bear his low pressure.