Yan Guobai glanced at him and pulled him aside: "What's going on?"
Yan Nangui laughed: "Didn't Dad understand just now?"
"Pei Xinyi's death is related to your mother?" Yan Guobai was in disbelief. How could that woman do such a thing? But thinking about it carefully, it seemed like something she might actually do.
"Whether it is or not will soon be concluded."
Yan Nangui turned and walked out with a smile.
"Quickly, go get a doctor." Yan Nanrong carried the person into the bedroom and instructed the servants.
"Let this old man do it."
Yan Nanrong turned his head to see an old man with a medicine chest walking in from outside, not tall, not fat, full of energy.
Yan Nanrong immediately exclaimed with joy: "Doctor Hua?"
If Doctor Hua was making a move, that would be great.
Yun Ya walked to the door, bumped into Yan Nangui who was following, and when he saw her, a smile flashed in his eyes. He then subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, which was still aching.
