In the ward.
Only Madam Lu, Feng Yu, and Ye Wangchuan were left.
Madam Lu pulled over a chair and sat in front of the bed, looking at the man peeling fruits for Feng Yu.
She saw that the man was only looking down and peeling fruits seriously.
Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Elder Feng, you know why I'm here. We've known each other for decades. I've risked my old face to beg you today. Can you help me get Qiao…"
Feng Yu interrupted her, "It's not that I don't want to help you. This matter involves her. Even if I'm her teacher, I can't make the decision for her."
"But as long as you speak to her, I believe…" Old Madam Lu did not finish her sentence.
Feng Yu sternly rejected her again. "Matriarch Lu, I've made it very clear. If this was my matter, I would definitely give in on account of our many years of acquaintance, but this matter involves…"
