"Grandma, you've suffered. I'll get Mom and Dad to pick you up," Lan Yaxin stood up and said.
"Don't. Your parents' financial condition isn't good either. I might just pass away on that day. Are your parents worried about my illness? I can't implicate them. I can still eat the special medicine your second uncle gave me while I'm here, so I can live a few more days."
"In addition, I'll have to find a chance to talk to your second uncle about the house and the job for your father so that I can leave without worry."
Zhao Xiumei would die still thinking about her eldest son. She wouldn't rest in peace until these issues were resolved.
Lan Yaxin sighed internally. Her parents were busy gambling and playing mahjong, so they didn't have time to think about Grandma. She was only here to find evidence of the Lan Family's abuse, but she hadn't found anything yet.
