"Sirong, what are you looking at? Snap out of it and let's go inside!"
At the entrance of the hospital, Ge Weihong urged Lu Sirong impatiently, following her gaze to the opposite side just in time to see the tail of a Rolls-Royce merging into the traffic.
"That car is..." Ge Weihong hesitated slightly.
Lu Sirong withdrew her gaze and turned to walk up the steps at the hospital entrance.
"Never mind it, let's first find Jiang Che's ward," she said.
Right now, they, mother and daughter, couldn't afford to provoke Lu Fengxuan, so they had to keep a low profile and avoid her as much as possible.
"Who knows what kind of good fortune that little wretch amassed in her past life to have wed into the Yu Family and played around for so many years without being discarded," Ge Weihong commented, both envious and jealous.
She thought to herself, how wonderful it would be if her daughter could marry Yu Chiyin.
