A week flew by in the blink of an eye.
At the First Traditional Chinese Hospital of Zhonghai, Auntie Lan, who had been nursed in the senior recovery ward for a week, couldn't stand the overly dull and silent atmosphere of the hospital.
She insisted on returning to the newly renovated Purple Garden Pavilion villa.
"It wasn't a severe injury to begin with, and the doctors have said there's nothing wrong now. Miss, son-in-law, please let me go home. Hospitals are depressing places, not suitable for us elderly."
As soon as Auntie Lan finished speaking, Mu Shanshan, who had rushed to the hospital from the company with Lin Fei, her beauty ever so striking, rejected Auntie Lan's request to be discharged with a cold voice, "No, you must wait until you are completely well before leaving!"
Although Auntie Lan had raised her from childhood, Mu Shanshan, burdened by her own exceptionally cold nature and the authority developed after taking control of the Mu Group,
