"Lan Tingyun! Are you just going to let your daughter fool around?"
Zhao Xiumei turned and looked at Lan Tingyun with an unhappy expression.
"Mom, Tingyi should turn himself in. This hospital has been closed for more than half a month. If it doesn't open soon, all the doctors will run away. How am I going to feed my family?"
Lan Tingyun was helpless.
"At a time like this, you don't want to protect your brother, you want to open a hospital? Are you from the Lan Family?"
Zhao Xiumei scolded in front of many reporters.
"Let me say something that I shouldn't say. Mom, you are too biased. No matter what mistakes Tingyi makes, you will always protect him. He is almost 40 and is still a big baby, he only knows how to pester his elders…"
Before Li Yueru could finish her sentence, Zhao Xiumei retorted angrily.
"He is my son, you should mind your own business! How good are your children?"
