Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 931: Ancestor Never Lets a Wicked Offspring Go

Wu Qianman, after coming to her senses, became even more anxious: "Zuzi, Zuzi, what should we do? What if they come after you next? Should you hide for a bit?"

She even quickly stood up and tugged at her clothes, "Zuzi, let’s switch clothes. You take the chance and sneak out, and I’ll stall them here!"

At this critical moment, the little girl wasn’t scared senseless. She even came up with this plan for a covert escape, which was... adorably naive and cute.

Xi Zuzi couldn’t help but tap Wu Qianman’s forehead: "Calm down, don’t panic."

She smiled calmly, unflustered, and though she stood up slowly, she didn’t take Wu Qianman’s clothes: "I’m definitely leaving, especially since the hospital visit was rushed, and I didn’t bring him anything."

"What kind of something?" Wu Qianman was confused.

Xi Zuzi’s red lips moved slightly: "Soup."

Wu Qianman was speechless: "..." Was it the "soup" they joked about earlier, where Sister Bai He said making soup for a lover was a gesture of love... that "soup"?

At such a critical moment, how could Ancestor be so leisurely, thinking about love and soup?

She couldn’t help but continue to advise: "Zuzi, maybe you should keep a low profile and not show up for now? After all, with Mr. Bo being captured, they’ll surely keep an eye on you too. Soup... you could always bring it later."

Her sincere advice seemed to have no effect on Xi Zuzi.

Xi Zuzi chuckled softly: "Low profile? Ancestor does not play that tune."

Wu Qianman was about to die from worry: "Zuzi, look at Gu Shiyin, how smug she looks, purposely flaunting in our direction. I’m afraid she has more plans that could be bad for you!"

Xi Zuzi lazily glanced over at the awards podium, the figure busy tidying herb supplies, and waved her jade-like hand nonchalantly: "What is there to fear? Ancestor will not let a rascal get away, you need not worry. If you’re really worried, Xiao Man, let Bai He find someone and inform him to come."

She wrote two words on a white paper, finished her instructions, and leisurely walked out the door.

Wu Qianman scratched her head, pondering over who this "person" Xi Zuzi mentioned might be, waiting to see how Sister Bai He would arrange it.

She couldn’t sit still, worrying about both Gu Shiyin being a threat to Xi Zuzi and someone capturing Xi Zuzi. She decided to also leave the VIP box, slipped past security, mingled at the edge of the venue, and waved at Bai He from afar.

Fortunately, Bai He, with sharp eyes, saw her too and left the trophy to ask what was going on.

Wu Qianman recounted everything, then showed the two words "Nangong" that Xi Zuzi wrote: "Sister Bai He, do you know which Nangong Zuzi wants you to find?"

Bai He propped her chin, pondering for a few seconds: "There are many men in the Nangong Family. The fourth lord, the fifth lord... oh, isn’t the fifth lord in the audience? Could he be of any use?"

She was well acquainted with every scion and lady of the imperial city’s noble families and called Nangong Yu, only for the line to be busy.

Since the fifth lord couldn’t be reached, then...

"Qian Man, let’s split up. You go to the audience and find the fifth lord, ask him to come here. I’ll keep looking for the fourth lord. Since Ancestor said so, let’s call all the men from the Nangong Family, whether they’re useful or not, better safe than sorry."

She bit her lip and called Nangong Mo. This time she succeeded, as Nangong Mo’s secretary answered and quickly transferred her call when she heard it was Miss Bai.

Nangong Mo’s teasing, cold voice came through the phone: "Miss Bai, both you and your brother have a good eye, fancying the same Xi girl, huh..."

Bai He’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh damn, this is the prelude to rivals in love showing up!