Lian Xinying was somewhat shocked, but she quickly adjusted her mood.
Wang Qingqing didn't want to die or go to jail, so she had to seek Yan Ye's forgiveness.
She held the life of the old Master Yan in her hands.
Step by step, Lian Xinying walked over, and Wang Qingqing, hearing the footsteps, looked sideways.
But Lian Xinying didn't give her a glance, directly pushing the door open and entering.
Wang Qingqing had originally wanted to follow Lian Xinying inside, but a bodyguard behind her held her back.
"Without Young Master Yan's orders, you can't go in," the bodyguard's voice was cold and merciless.
So what if she was Yan Ye's biological mother?
Now, no one by Yan Ye's side had any respect for her.
After Lian Xinying entered the sickroom, she walked straight toward the hospital bed.
Yan Ye's eyes were closed, and he looked very weak.
But when her footsteps stopped and she opened her eyes, she saw a dazzling sharpness in his.
