"Young Master, there is one more thing." The subordinate stood still and did not move. After hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered, "The Gongzhai called and said that the wife had been in poor health these days and had been in bed for several days."

"Butler Cheng hopes that the young master can go back to see his wife. He said that the wife is in a bad mood. He saw the wife crying when he delivered food to his wife several times. If the young master could go back to see her, the wife's illness would be cured faster."

When she heard that her mother was sick again, Miyazawa Li's expression did not change anyway, and her expression was also faint: "Just look for a doctor when she is sick. I am not a doctor, so I can't cure her illness."

"What's more, I have nothing to do with the Gong family now."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at Miyazawali. Seeing that his face was cold and there was no movement, he thought for a while and tried to persuade him: "Young Master, Madam is just talking angry. You are the only heir of the Gong family, how could it really have nothing to do with the Gong family?"

"I heard what Uncle Cheng said. After you packed your luggage and left the Gong family that day, the wife regretted it. It was just that the wife wanted to save face. Even if she regretted it, she could not call you back directly."

That's why Mrs. Gong became sick again.

Actually, it's really sick.

It was just that this incident gave Miyazawa Li a step and made an excuse to let him go back.

She had arguing with Miyazawa Li once before, and later she called the person back because she was sick, and the relationship between the mother and son was gradually recovered.

This time I got sick is the same as before.

"She is angry, I'm not." Miyazawa Li's narrow phoenix eyes were half-squinted, his dark and deep eyes were raised, and his cold eyes glanced at his subordinates, and said lightly, "You're talking too much."

His voice was very light and he didn't feel any emotion.

But the subordinate's back suddenly became cold, and a layer of cold sweat broke out, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He lowered his head and said in a trepidation, "Yes, Mr. Gong, I'm talking too much."

Miyazawa Li's narrow eyes narrowed into a straight line: "Get out."

Where can my subordinates dare to say anything else?

He immediately turned around and quickly walked out of the office. His steps disappeared from the office without any pause.

After a moment.

The office people closed slowly.
Chapter completed!