"I went to see your mother." Han Meijuan glanced at her calmly, speaking in a nonchalant tone, "Your mother's condition is indeed quite serious."
"What are you doing!" Zhou Lan exploded at the mention of her mother, her eyes roundly widened, glaring at her.
As if expecting her reaction, Han Meijuan casually said, "Don't get so worked up. I just wanted to see if you're painting me as worse than I am, Zhou Lan."
Zhou Lan remained silent, her impression of Han Meijuan firmly rooted in her mind. She saw everything Han Meijuan did or said as suspicious.
Zhou Lan stared at her intensely, "What do you want?"
"Nothing much, I just want to help you." A faint laugh escaped Han Meijuan as she leaned back against the sofa chair.
Zhou Lan despised her expression, "Supervisor Han, thanks for your kindness, but I don't need it."
"You may not need it, but your mother does." Han Meijuan smirked, confident that Zhou Lan would agree.
