"Yaxin, I went to see your father today. He couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well. Every day, he eats steamed buns and pickles. He has lost a lot of weight. How much will he suffer in these next two years? Yaxin, you must help your father vent his frustrations."
Zhao Xiumei was nagging as well. Looking at Lan Tingyi's condition today, she couldn't help but feel her heart ache.
In the past, when was he tortured like this at home?
"Grandma, Mom, don't worry! I have this!"
Lan Yaxin took out the yellow medicine from her bag for them to see.
The two of them wiped their tears and observed curiously. Zhao Xiumei prepared to open it and smell it.
Lan Yaxin hurriedly stopped her, snatching it over to cover the bottle.
"Grandma, you can't open it casually, it will make you hallucinate."
