"That's outrageous! I'm sick and you're still so angry at me. Are you saying I'm not dying fast enough? You brat!"
Zhao Xiumei cursed from her wheelchair.
"Grandma, don't be angry now that you're like this. Watch your tongue!" Lan Anran smiled and said.
Because of her illness, Zhao Xiumei felt weak and didn't have the strength to stand, so she could only sit in the wheelchair and be angry.
At this moment, Lan Tingyun was busy looking for Lan Tingyi.
"Tingyun, why are you here? Is Mom dying?" Xu Yanshan asked agitatedly.
"No, I found a job for Tingyi and Mom is doing well. I've told Mom about this, I would like to ask him about it."
Lan Tingyun looked inside.
"Hurry in! Tingyun, hurry!"
Xu Yanshan greeted him enthusiastically.
"Tingyi, I have a job at the hospital, would you be willing?"
Lan Tingyun smiled.
"I'm not going to wash the toilets!"
Lan Tingyi was the first to refuse.
