"Is Mrs. Zhao inside?" Pan Sihai asked the nurse.
"Auntie Zhao is here. She just finished taking her medicine and is resting inside," the nurse answered.
"That's fine, you can go back to your duties," Pan Sihai dismissed the nurse and then led Ye Wudao into the villa.
This was a two-story villa with a small garden outside. The flowers and plants in the garden were well-maintained, brimming with vitality, clearly the result of regular care.
The environment here was indeed suitable for convalescence, but this was not a place where ordinary people could come to, even if they had the money it would not necessarily grant them this privilege.
Following Pan Sihai into the villa, Ye Wudao saw a woman, still charming in her forties, concentrating on arranging flowers in a vase, seemingly oblivious to Pan Sihai and Ye Wudao's arrival.
