Zhang Xixue shook her body and her face turned pale.
She is a top student and a person who has studied. Generally speaking, if such a situation means that the patient is mentally ill.
Zhang Xixue, who has not yet fully taken office, needs most the support of Zhang Zhendong.
If Zhang Zhendong was mentally ill at this time, then it would not be the only one who could not get on the throne.
Moreover, those brothers and sisters who had long been eyeing her treatment and status would probably pounce on her and tear her apart immediately, allowing her to bear the consequences of Zhang Zhendong's mental disorder.
Let her lose everything and even become a prisoner.
Thinking of these serious consequences, Zhang Xixue shook her entire body slightly and almost fainted.
The executives opposite the video call were all looking at each other, and they all had their own thoughts when they heard these messages accidentally.
"Bang!"
Zhang Xixue hung up the video call in a hurry, but her eyes were still dark.
These executives come from different factions of the Zhang family in Shandong.
This means that Zhang Zhendong's mental disorder may not be concealed.
The Zhang family in Shandong is about to be filled with wind and rain!
"quick!"
"Look a way to contact Bishop Ordas of the Western Holy See!"
After a while, Zhang Xixue forced herself to calm down, but her whole body was also cold.
Her hands and feet became weak and she rolled and crawled into her father's bedroom.
In the bedroom, Zhang Xixue saw his father, Zhang Zhendong, the Zhang family in Shandong, who was high above Lu. At this moment, she curled up in the corner of the bed, grabbed a pillow in her hand, and kept waving into the air.
"Don't come here!"
"Don't come here!"
"It's not me who killed you, and it's not me who killed your whole family!"
The family doctor next to him fainted on the ground. He obviously wanted to go over to check the situation, but was knocked unconscious by Zhang Zhendong in a vase.
The servants around them were trembling and dared not come forward.
"Dad, what happened to you?"
Zhang Xixue quickly stepped forward and forced her father's shoulder.
After all, she was also a master of martial arts, so she avoided Zhang Zhendong's fists, pillows, and forced him to hold him down.
"Ghost, I saw ghost--"
"They won't let me go in my dream!"
"They won't let me go tonight!"
"I won't let me go during the day!"
At this moment, Zhang Zhendong looked pale and sweated all over.
He was still staring at all parts of the room, as if there were ghosts in these places.
"What the hell is wrong with my dad!?"
"Can anyone tell me what's wrong?"
Zhang Xixue glanced around and yelled.
"But, get out of here!"
The housekeeper walked out tremblingly and whispered: "Miss, Mr. Zhang has suffered from insomnia these three days and cannot sleep..."
"I finally fell asleep in the morning and woke up in five minutes at most..."
"Then he started yelling that there were ghosts..."
"We have nothing to do!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xixue's face became paler. She held her father's hand and shouted: "Where is Bishop Aldas?"
"Come on someone quickly!"
"Hurry!"
"He wants as much gold as he wants, give him as much!"
"As long as he can save my father!"
At this moment, the short-haired assistant yelled: "Miss, Bishop Aldas is here..."