At around seven in the evening.
Auntie Lan was in a senior care ward at First Traditional Chinese Hospital in Zhonghai.
Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan, who had dined with Auntie Lan, sat aside, engaging in sporadic conversation with her.
"It's rare for you, my son-in-law, and Miss, to sit together and chat with me. This injury of mine hasn't been in vain. It's just a pity that our home has been wrecked by those villains—it'll be quite a while before we can return."
Finding it rare to have a chat with Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan, the iceberg CEOs, Auntie Lan felt a mix of joy. Amidst her sighs, she suddenly slapped the bed with one hand, remembering, "Not to mention this, I almost forgot, our home was left in chaos by those villains. Where are you and Miss going to stay tonight?"
Ah, Auntie Lan! I've been fretting over this problem for an entire afternoon!
Once Auntie Lan finished speaking, Lin Fei couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
