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nAfter Shui Anluo finished staring at them, she continued to knock against the back of the chair.

n“You’ve already decided so why ask me?”

nCould she allow them to violate her conscience? Obviously not!

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nThe little darling stared in confusion at his mommy as if to ask: “Mommy, what’re you doing?”

n“But I have a request.” Shui Anluo looked up at the two as she knocked her head. “After this matter, none of you are allowed to let her work in your company, I’m scared.”

n“Oh my, it looks like my sister hasn’t knocked herself silly.” An Fengyang felt reassured.

nChu Ningyi wanted to reach out and stroke her head but it was still bandaged so he gave up.

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n“After this matter, we’ll no longer contact each other so you don’t have to worry. I’ve given back everything that I’ve owed Uncle Yuan.” Chu Ningyi soothed her emotions.

nShui Anluo was satisfied but her head felt so dizzy that she kept knocking it. It was agonizing.

nThis must be an unlucky year in her horoscope. This must be why she was so miserable.

nWhen they arrived in ‘A’ City, Shui Anluo closed her eyes again and played dead. The little darling was also handed unwillingly back into An Fengyang’s arms.

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nChu Ningyi carried Shui Anluo down from the car. The hospital had prepared a bed for her and the department head was waiting for them at the door.

nChu Ningyi carried Shui Anluo and headed inside. Lan Xin passed them by and paused to look. She lowered her eyelids and did not follow them.

nAn Fengyang carried the little darling and followed them in a slow and methodical manner as he teased the baby. “Your third uncle is carrying you now, understand? You must be nicer to your third uncle.”

n“Hmph…” The little darling arrogantly looked away, displaying his disdain.

n“Hey…” An Fengyang stroked his little head and said, “Kid, it’s wrong for you to behave this way, understand?” An Fengyang happened to see Lan Xin standing next to him and asked, “Yo, isn’t this Doctor Lan?”

nLan Xin smiled. She pointed her chin at the direction Chu Ningyi had disappeared into and asked, “What’s going on? What happened to Luoluo?”

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nAn Fengyang sighed. “It’s because we went to visit Uncle Yuan, sigh… Forget it. I’m heading over,” An Fengyang said and nodded to Lan Xin before he rushed over.

nLan Xin’s eyes darkened and she was about to follow them when the phone in her pocket rang.

nLan Xin paused and picked up the phone.

n“Hello…”

n“Lan Xin, this is your best chance.”

n“You’d done this?” Lan Xin frowned. When she thought about An Fengyang’s reluctance to speak, she had felt suspicious.

n“Regardless of how she had fallen, she’s now under your watch. Whatever that can be done is all in your hands,” Yuan Jiayi said in a gloomy voice as she watched the housekeeper call a taxi by the road.

nLan Xin did not reply and ended the call instead. She slowly walked to Shui Anluo’s ward.

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nBecause she does not trust Yuan Jiayi completely.

nWhen Lan Xin arrived at the VIP ward’s doorway, she saw Chu Ningyi and An Fengyang standing at the door. They seemed to be quarreling about something so Lan Xin did not approach them but stopped instead.

n“I’m telling you, Yuan Jiayi is behind all this, you don’t even need to suspect a thing. She’s not the same Yuan Jiayi that she used to be,” An Fengyang roared angrily.

nChu Ningyi leaned against the doorway and stared at him indifferently. “And so? Do we go against Uncle Yuan’s final wishes and send her to prison?”

n“Uncle Yuan, Uncle Yuan. It’s always Uncle Yuan. Are you going to lock yourself away for the rest of your life over Uncle Yuan’s death?” An Fengyang seemed even more infuriated and turned around to leave.

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