Ye Zhun immediately stood in front of Ye Yan, like a little wolf cub baring its sharp teeth, "You can't talk about my sister like that."
Luo Zhen sneered coldly, "I'm only speaking the truth, why can't the truth be told? She's an ungrateful child, a thankless wretch."
Ye Jian'an stood between the two, looking left and right, conflicted about whether to say something.
"Ma'am," Ye Yan stepped out from behind Ye Zhun, with a calm expression, "Have you been experiencing a decline in memory, mood swings, and muscle pain lately?"
Luo Zhen was taken aback and subconsciously nodded her head, but then quickly realized what was happening and retorted, "What do you mean by that?"
"This lady appears to be in the most severe stage of menopause. As a doctor, I don't quibble with patients. Xiao Zhun, let's go."
