An Yiqing naturally understood this reasoning, she gave a few instructions, then planned to leave.
Xu Lan looked at her, hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss An, how is Xiao Wen... Is she well?"
An Yiqing raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, standing by the bed with arms crossed, looking down on the woman in the bed from a position of superiority.
"Are you still thinking about her? This daughter of yours hasn't cared about you for twenty years, and you still think of her?"
