"So, should we not..."
"Yes, of course we should summon a doctor. It's just not right now, let him lie down a bit longer," Lady Jin sneered coldly. If he truly died in Lin Siyu's bed, that would resolve everything once and for all.
"Let's go. Since Hong Yan has made such a great contribution, how can we not go and see for ourselves?"
Glancing at Li Cheng'an, who was practicing his calligraphy sincerely in the room, Lady Jin smiled contentedly. She had waited more than ten years, and finally, Li Chengzhi had sealed his own fate.
Compared to Lady Jin's joy, Jin Lingling was much calmer.
Hong Mei cautiously looked at the expressionless Jin Lingling and ventured, "Miss? You, why aren't you reacting?"
