The person standing in front of the door that was kicked open was Yi Tao. Who else could it be?
Yi Tao was fine!
He was absolutely fine!
He was still standing there.
Was this an illusion?
One had to know that Yi Tao had been lying on the bed for almost a year.
Li Qingyue's hands that were hidden in her sleeves were clenched into fists, and her face was pale.
'Isn't Yi Tao dead?
'Ye Zhuo cured Yi Tao?
'How is this possible!
'Isn't Ye Zhuo a good-for-nothing?'
Moreover, she had seen the prescription that Ye Zhuo prescribed last time. The medicine had no effect on Yi Tao's illness at all.
What was going on?
Yi Tao walked over step by step and knelt in front of Yi Xuezheng and Li Wenru. "Mom and Dad! Please forgive me for being so unfilial! I've made you two worried during this period."
