The public relations spokesperson of the Song Consortium did not respond further, but the words Song Zilian still buzzed in Ji Jingxue's mind.
There is no such exaggerated coincidence in the world.
The Song Zilian she knew didn't look like he came from the Song Consortium.
But a few days ago, Song Lucun seemed to be determined to win over the Song family. As soon as Song Zilian disappeared, the Song family announced that they had changed their heirs. Is this really just a coincidence?
When the green light turned on, Ji Xinyao followed the crowd across the road, almost reaching the place where she first met Song Zilian.
If Song Zilian was really from the Song family, would she still need to find him?
Ji Xinyao took two steps forward hesitantly.
At this time, she saw Song Zilian sitting by the flower bed under the shade of a tree in the distance, staring blankly, like a puppy that had been separated from its owner.
How could such a person be the heir to the Song family? Maybe he just had the same name.
"Where have you been?" Ji Xinyao quickly ran forward and asked sternly.
"I wanted to come out and buy you breakfast in the morning, but the sun is too strong today and it hurts." He said, shining the breakfast bag he still held in his hand.
Only then did Ji Xinyao notice that there was a small red spot under the collarbone exposed by his collar, which was a symptom of a skin disease.
Maybe he has a disease that prevents him from being exposed to the sun.
"I didn't see you when I came here to look for you this morning."
Song Zilian's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, "You came to see me? I'm so happy."
Ji Xinyao didn't know how to deal with the big dog who was hitting the ball straight, and she even ignored the fact that he didn't answer her question directly.
"Let's wait until the sun goes down and then go home. Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
"Have eaten this morning."
"But it's already evening now, haven't you eaten at noon?" She pointed at the breakfast bag in Song Zilian's hand angrily, "Just carrying it like this?"
"This is what I brought for you."
Ji Xinyao took the bag from his hand, tore open the package, and fed the breakfast inside to his mouth, "Now that you have brought it, eat."
Song Zilian smiled, opened his mouth with happiness on his face, and swallowed it in one mouthful.
"Eat slowly, really."
Ji Xinyao only stared at the food in her hand and failed to notice that there was a dark and deep light in Song Zilian's eyes.
When the two returned home, it was already getting late.
"Take off your clothes and let me see if you are sick."
Ji Xinyao was a doctor in a certain life. Although she did not specialize in dermatology, she could still distinguish between major and minor illnesses.
Song Zilian was stunned for a moment. She was vaguely aware of his condition, but she didn't want Ji Xinyao to see it.
"If you don't move, then you want me to move."
Ji Xinyao faced him.
Song Zilian was a full head taller than her, and her eyes just happened to fall on his collar.
Ji Xinyao stretched out her hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
There are a few purple-red spots on the white skin.
Her fingers wanted to touch, but Song Zilian grabbed her wrist.
"Don't touch it, it's dirty, it will be contagious."
Is this why he takes a shower and has to dry off?
"You just have an immune deficiency and it's not contagious. I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow to check it out."
She had roughly judged what kind of illness he had.
There is no radical cure for lupus erythematosus with current medical technology.
If it is systemic lupus erythematosus, it may affect multiple organs throughout the body and even lead to death.
"It's okay, let's go get a parasol tomorrow. I remember I have a black parasol which is cooler."