Feng Zhihe finished asking about her son's condition, seeing that he seemed to be in reasonably good spirits, she felt a bit more at ease.
Feng Zhihe heard An An calling that beautiful woman "mom," she sniffed and turned around.
"Mrs. Zhuo, I'm really bothering you, I'm so sorry."
Feng Zhihe didn't know her, but Su Ningyan was very familiar with their family.
Right now, Feng Zhihe's politeness made Su Ningyan feel even more uneasy.
"Madame Lu, Mingfei got injured while saving our An An, which makes us feel terrible; An An truly owes you a lot."
Su Ningyan spoke with a dual meaning—the year An An was so ill, she could only hold on for a few days more.
If it weren't for the timely kidney transplant, An An might not be alive now.
"Ah, no one wants such a thing to happen, Mingfei's rescue efforts are instinctive; even if it were an ordinary person, as a soldier, he would still go all out to save others. Now, I just hope Mingfei gets well soon."
