You Xi sweated anxiously. He thought for a while before a memory struck him. "Oh. Last time, I called a TV producer who had been planning for a show and asked him to look for Yan Qingsi. I think my mother overheard the conversation outside the room."
"Just that?"
"Just…just that. It's true, Uncle."
Mrs. You had suddenly asked about Yan Qingsi, but why? There was no rhyme or reason to it.
Grandma Xia had fallen so ill that she was hospitalized. She should devote all her attention to the Xias. She would never suddenly care about Yan Qingsi. There was definitely a motive behind this.
