"Grandma, what's wrong?"
Lan Anran suddenly rushed to Zhao Xiumei's bedside and knelt while crying.
"Anran, Grandma is ill," Li Yueru said.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
Lan Anran held her hand and cried.
She felt Zhao Xiumei's pulse, which was strong and stronger than that of a young person in every aspect. She didn't seem to be ill at all. It seemed like this was really a trick to gain sympathy. Since she was going to act, she would play with her.
"Anran, Grandma can't make it anymore. You must live well with Yaxin from now on."
Zhao Xiumei started to remind her. On the surface, she looked kind, but inside, she was disgusted. Seeing Lan Anran cry like this, she really thought she was going to die. What an unfilial thing!
She probably couldn't wait to see her die, right?
"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Yaxin."
