Song Yunuan glanced only once and then walked out.
The people in the study stood up, ready to leave one after another.
Xia Xindong felt something was off.
So, he quickly followed.
Ji Xinyi was speaking to Wei Qingmei with impatience.
She had a deep-seated loathing for this woman, knowing she had harmed her, yet there was not a shred of evidence.
She had suffered the misfortune of amnesia and had not recovered to this day.
Unlike other illnesses, her father didn't dare to be aggressive about it, so they had to let it be for the time being.
Ji Xinyi said, "I have never welcomed you, yet you insist on pushing forward, let me guess, you're after my father's prescription, aren't you?"
Wei Qingmei's eyes reddened.
Ji Xinyi waved her hand, "Get lost quickly, I don't want to hear you say a word."
At that moment, Song Yunuan came out.
Following close behind was Xia Xindong.
So, Xia Xindong heard Little Nuan's inner thoughts that he had not heard in a long time.
