"Nan Yan..."
As Nan Yan was about to enter the hospital room, An Zhici called out to her.
Nan Yan furrowed her eyebrows and turned to look at him. "Is there something you need?"
In her eyes, apart from An Xiran and Old Master An, everyone in the An family had become strangers to her.
An Yaoqing and Lu Lehua's repeated actions had worn down all her patience. If she could avoid them, she didn't even want to see them.
"Nan Yan..." An Zhici felt ashamed and found it hard to speak, especially when faced with Nan Yan's cold and distant gaze. His mouth almost wouldn't open.
Nan Yan maintained her indifferent expression. "If you have nothing to say, I'll go in first."
With that, she turned and walked inside.
"I'm sorry..."
An Zhici's apology came from behind.
