Ye Qingyu did not hear what Wen Ruan said clearly. Just as she was about to ask her again, someone knocked on Wen Ruan's bedroom door.
The butler hurriedly pushed open the door." Eldest Miss, it's bad. The old lady is vomiting blood.""
Wen Ruan tightened her grip on her phone. After saying goodbye to Ye Qingyu, she hurriedly hung up the video call.
"What happened?" Wen Ruan asked the butler as she walked downstairs.
"The old lady hasn't been in a good mood recently, but she hasn't shown it in front of the young miss. It has something to do with your uncle in the capital."
Wen Ruan rushed to Old Mrs. Wen's room on the first floor.
After seeing Wen Ruan enter, the butler went to call Wen Jinzhang.
Old Mrs. Wen was lying on the bed. She had caught a cold and was coughing.
"I'm fine... I told the butler not to complain. Is he not listening to me again..." Old Mrs. Wen coughed as she spoke.
