Yang Lihua glanced casually and said, "No problem, I'll arrange it for you in a bit."
"Ah?" Wu Xiyue was somewhat anxious, "Can you arrange it now? Brother Yang, she's my grandma, the person closest to me…"
Yang Lihua, still preoccupied with his own grandfather's issue, said impatiently, "I said I'd arrange it, what's the rush? If you keep pestering me, I won't deal with it, handle it yourself!"
Wu Xiyue was immediately scared into silence, not daring to speak any further and cautiously holding onto Yang Lihua's arm. She was afraid of truly angering Yang Lihua and that he wouldn't help her, which would be troublesome.
When Wu Chuanyang saw his sister like this, he also felt utterly hopeless. Yang Lihua was their last hope, and if even he refused to help, what hope was left?
Jeang Zier, standing next to Su Yang, finally couldn't hold back and said sternly, "Hey, your brother and your grandmother are about to be dragged away, aren't you going to do something?"
