He walked to the doorway, reached out to open the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw someone lying on the bed. The curtains in the room were all drawn back, and glaring light poured in—
Jiang Yixiu composed himself, not sure to whom he was speaking, "Why didn't you pull the curtains closed?"
Luo Yan heard the tone of blame in his words, probably blaming her!
Just as she was about to explain, the Old Madam Jiang, who had been hiding under the covers, threw back the bedding, her lips trembling, "…Yixiu, you've returned, you've finally returned."
Jiang Yixiu, seeing his mother looking so haggard, immediately frowned and hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you? I was only away for a short time. How did you get like this?"
"…I, I." The Old Madam Jiang seemed to be stimulated by something. She glanced at Luo Yan, then weakly said, "Luo Yan, could you step outside? I want to talk to Yixiu alone."
