There was a serious firm and noble air in Luo Yanyun that Liang Zixuan had never seen before. The usually amiable old woman was now extremely stern. "Zixuan, go! Kneel down to him!"
Liang Zixuan bit her lip. She was confused, but she did not dare ask again. She stood up, walked to Qiao Hongya, and knelt down slowly.
"Child." Qiao Hongya immediately panicked and quickly bent down to pull her up. "The ground is cold, get up quickly."
"Stay still!" Luo Yanyun said in a dignified tone before coughing loudly.
Han Yuanjun helped pat her back to make her feel better.
Qiao Hongya looked at Luo Yanyun in panic, then looked at Liang Zixuan again. After pondering for a while, he finally sat back on the chair obediently.
Luo Yanyun finally felt better. Once she felt better, she looked at Hao Shan cruelly. "Originally, I wanted to keep this secret to my coffin. If it weren't for you guys making a fuss, I would never have said it!"
