"They're all prepared to kill me. Should I still care about so-called family ties?"
Whatever was said on the other end of the line cast a shadow over Chu Anran's eyes.
"Even if I don't consider myself, I must think of Anning."
After saying this, Chu Anran hung up the phone.
As she lay in bed, Chu Anran deeply inhaled, only then did she feel a hint of warmth, at that moment, she heard a footstep. She turned her head and saw An Xiangrong entering the room.
Seeing that Chu Anran was not asleep, An Xiangrong was not surprised. She approached and placed her things on the table beside them. An Xiangrong spoke softly, "Have some soup."
"Thank you."
An Xiangrong didn't say anything but simply handed the small bowl on the table to Chu Anran. It was ginseng soup. After she drank the soup, Chu Anran felt her strength returning.
"Miss Xiangrong, could you please call Young Master Gu for me."
