Chapter 71

d for her at the door of the room. Shen Wei walked up, "Xiao Yan, I'll go with you."Fu Yan ignored her, letting her follow.The bathroom door is closed.Fu Yan opened the faucet and washed her hands.She...As soon as Fu Yan arrived at the hospital room, she heard Shen Wei crying: "Grandpa, don't blame Xiao Yan, it's my fault. I shouldn't have talked too much, I was out of line."

Huo Mingzheng glanced at Fu Yan, who had been listless since getting into the car. She hung her head, as if she was about to collapse at any moment.

He furrowed his brow, his thin lips moving slightly, and then the sound of Old Master Huo's furious voice rang out.

That's not a reason to hit you!

The sound of a cane hitting the ground with a thud, Huo Mingzheng pushed open the hospital door.

Old Master Huo's gaze swept over the woman behind him, letting out a light hum and his voice grew serious: "Xiao Fu, what is going on here"

Shen Wei's half face was even redder and more swollen than in the morning. Fu Yan knew she was cunning, but didn't expect her to be so ruthless to herself. So red and swollen, she must have used quite a bit of force.

He's really gotten into acting.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she whispered, "I have nothing to say."

She had no energy to argue with them. All she wanted now was to see a doctor and get some cold medicine or a shot, anything to make her feel better.

When this got to Old Master Huo’s ears, she was as stubborn as a mule.

"Presumptuous! She is your future sister-in-law and the mistress of the Huo family. There's no decorum at all."

"Grandpa, please don't blame Xiao Yan..." Shen Wei pleaded with an anxious expression.

Old Master Huo, leaning on his cane, said, "From childhood to adulthood, the Huo family has never disciplined you, which is why you have developed such a disrespectful and arrogant temper."

This statement is basically saying that Fu Yan has no manners.

Her eyes were hot, her nose was stuffy, and her breath was hot. "Uncle Huo never taught me to wear one face in front of people and another behind their backs. Ask her, why did I hit her!"

"was planted. They were unnamed varieties, and the colors were beautiful, like they had been painted with rouge.She nodded, her throat tightening, and gave a small, strained "Sorry."He turned and went...