How can you say that? You can even say that!" Fu Feng-yi was shaking with rage. She gasped violently and breathed heavily. The servant quickly took a sphygmomanometer to measure her blood pressure.

Ye Zimo saw that she was too excited to make Mo Xiaojun color, but Mo Xiaojun was also too sad, did not find his movements, clothing friction around him, Xia Yihan tacitly forward.

They looked at each other and went to Fu Fengyi at the same time. Xia Yihan comforted him by saying, "Mom, now Chuyun is still in the ward. We should all work together to pray for him."

Ye Zimo was quiet and helpful. "I...