Ye Yuwei felt like she was about to explode with anger.
Ye Xicheng sat obediently beside his mother. Cautiously raising his head, he stared at his mother and wanted to say that the old meatball was really skilled at digging his own grave.
"Mommy, are we bringing little sister to see the doctor tomorrow?" Ye Xicheng asked anxiously as he touched his sister's face.
When Ye Yuwei heard her son's question, her emotions calmed. She looked down at her sleeping daughter. "Yes. No matter what happens, we should at least give it a try first."
Ye Xicheng nodded—as long as his sister's illness could be cured, he was willing to do anything.
At the Bai family fortress in a certain country.
Bai Ying was once again drawing by the window, only this time it was the image of two children.
"Mistress, a few elders are discussing the matter of bringing the young miss back." The maid standing behind her whispered.
