Having left that group of people behind at the hospital's private hall, Ye Lin instructed someone to pour Musheng a cup of clear tea before sitting down and rubbing his temples. "Musheng, I'm embarrassed for you to have witnessed that scene."
"There's no need for embarrassment. Your family's affairs have nothing to do with me. I'm not interested in watching the excitement, but I am indeed very curious; Ye Yu, why is she not your sister?"
She cradled the teacup, feeling its warm temperature, and looked at the young scion in front of her, who was known as a favored son of the heavens, displaying a rather helpless expression.
