"What do you mean?" An Xuan acutely sensed something was off.
At this time, Xiao Yihe stepped forward, he wrapped his arm around An Yuxian's shoulder, comforting her as he patted her back, "Your sister is a bit emotionally unstable, let me explain to you... Right, where were you planning to go? You seem to be in quite a hurry."
Only then did An Xuan remember that he was on his way to the hospital. He suddenly slapped his forehead, and at this moment, the hostility he viewed the two people with lessened a bit. After all, he had nothing left to scheme for now.
"I need to go to the hospital, my mother... my foster mother is sick."
"I'll take you. You're Yuxian's brother, so you're my brother too," Xiao Yihe tried to squeeze out a relatively calm smile, it's just that the scar streaking across his face made his entire face look somewhat ferocious.
An Xuan instinctively took a step back, and Xiao Yihe said with an apologetic tone.
