When Zhu Xianglan returned, her face did not look too good. Her fingers were cold from anger, and there was a mass of blackness under her eyes.
“Mom, how is it? When will she donate bone marrow to me?”
Su Muran sat up. Her pale face was also flushed from excitement, but it was still as white as a ghost.
Zhu Xianglan tugged at the corner of her lips. It was painful, but it was still very painful. Her cracked lips also cracked open, and she looked as if she had aged more than ten years.
What could she say? The Lu family did not allow her to enter. She did not even see Yan Huan, and she did not even see him. What else could she say to him?
She was certain that no matter how many days she went today, tomorrow, or the day after, the Lu family would not see her.
