Father An's situation was not as serious as An Xiu'er had claimed. At least his life was not in danger.
His health had always been poor, and he would fall sick when the weather turned cold.
He couldn't live well, but he couldn't die either.
Shen Yijia felt that her spiritual liquid could cure him.
After grabbing the medicine, Shen Yijia planned to bring the three members of the An family back to the village. Just as she arrived at the city gate, the carriage was stopped by an acquaintance.
It was the waiter from the Full Fortune Restaurant.
Shen Yijia jumped out of the carriage. Before she could speak, the waiter rushed over. Perhaps because he was too anxious, he forgot the proper etiquette between men and women. He pulled Shen Yijia's sleeve and brought her to one side so they could speak privately.
Shen Yijia did not care much.
