The study door opened.
Madam Li and the others instantly flashed three feet away, as if they were not eavesdropping.
Old Madam Wei walked out majestically and glanced at the four of them. She said sternly, "The few of you, follow me."
She wanted to call them into the room to talk, but there was a limit to the number of rooms in the medical center. After thinking about it, she decided to go next door.
Wei Ting was unconscious on the hospital bed.
Old Madam Wei put down the veil and sat on the chair. She said with an elder's aura, "When Little Six saw me in the study just now, he couldn't wait to acknowledge me. He's Little Six."
The corners of Madam Li's mouth twitched.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would really believe it. He couldn't wait? Was she sure it wasn't her who cried, threw a tantrum, and tried hanging herself?
