Dear Commander-in-Chief



Yun Qiao ignored him and asked uncle Zhang directly, “Who threw the cat yesterday? It wasn’t Gong Sheng, was it?”

Uncle Zhang nodded. “The President went to the office after he sent you home the night before yesterday. He didn’t come back for a day and a night and was working all the time. He didn’t come into contact with the cat midway. This cat was taken away by Doctor Bai Lang when he checked the house for allergies.”

Bai lang wailed, “Uncle Zhang, I was joking with her. Why are you being so serious!”

Uncle Zhang said calmly, “Although the president is unconscious, he has the right to show Miss Xiao Qiao the truth.”

Bai lang mumbled gloomily, “I didn’t lie to her. It’s just that... tell her the seriousness of the matter. Otherwise, she wouldn’t really care about the president.”

Uncle Zhang: “You’d better tell Miss Xiao Qiao at the same time that the president was angry that you took the initiative to touch Miss Xiao Qiao’s cat and almost threw you to Africa to keep mosquitoes company.”

Bai Lang:”...”

No, he didn’t want it. This was too embarrassing!

The two were talking.

When they turned around, Yun Qiao disappeared.

Uncle Zhang was afraid that Yun Qiao would blame herself too much and do something harmful to herself, so he quickly asked the maid to look for her.

In the end, the maid replied that Miss Xiao Qiao had just asked the driver to drive her to the set.

Bai Lang pursed his lips, his spirits were lifted at once. “I told you, that Little Vixen doesn’t really care about the president at all!”! Seeing that he had fainted and couldn’t be bothered to accompany her, he went to the set to have some fun. “The set is so fun. There are young male idols and best actors. It’s not as boring as being at home with a half-dead patient...”

Uncle Zhang Glared at Bai Lang. “Miss Xiao Qiao isn’t the kind of person you’re talking about.”

Even though that was what he said.

But he also had some doubts in his heart. What was Miss Xiao Qiao doing at the production crew in the middle of the night?

Although he had also heard that in order to catch up with the filming schedule, Li Ping An had recently divided the production crew into day shift and night shift. He and the assistant director each led two teams, and they worked on two shifts continuously, therefore, at this time, going to the crew was indeed lively and interesting.

However, although Miss Xiao Qiao liked to play, she had a sense of propriety.

Although she was a money-grubber, she was a generous and kind person.

This could be seen from the earthquake relief and the donation to build a school.

Uncle Zhang did not believe that at this time, Yun Qiao would abandon the president and go out to play alone.

However, he couldn’t figure out what Yun Qiao was up to.

Two hours later.

Dawn.

Gong Sheng finally opened his eyes.

“The president is awake!”

A servant called out in surprise.

Bai Lang and uncle Zhang both sat up in shock and walked quickly to Gong Sheng’s bedside.

“President, are you feeling better?”

“Brother Gong, tell me if you’re feeling unwell and I’ll adjust the dosage for you.”

Bai Lang, who was frivolous, became serious when he saw Gong Sheng’s tired and pale face and bloodshot eyes.

Gong Sheng waved his hand slowly. “No need. All of you can go down and rest. I’m not that weak. I’m fine now.”

As he spoke, his eyes searched the room.

The crystal lamp had been switched on and the room was brightly lit. Every corner was clearly illuminated -- Yun Qiao was nowhere to be seen.

The palace saint lowered his eyes in disappointment and closed them.

Bai Lang and uncle Zhang looked at each other. They both knew what the palace saint meant, but neither of them dared to say anything.

After a long while, bai lang mumbled unwillingly, “I’m going to capture that cat now. Brother Gong, even if you send me to Africa this time, I can’t let that damn cat stay.”