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“Has she gone inside?”

“Not yet, she hasn’t arrived yet,” Teng guessed he meant Zhang Liyun.

“It’s the Jiang family member living in your place, Jiang Wuye, who looks quite decent and handles things effectively. No wonder your grandfather favors him. The kids raised by the Jiang family are reliable when it comes to work, at least.”

“He’s just too pale, and his complexion doesn’t look great; his health must not be very good.”

After listening for a while, “Keep an eye on the hospital for me.”

“Don’t worry.”

…

When Mr. Tang was wheeled out, it was already after ten in the morning, and Zhang Liyun had rushed over as well.

The doctor briefly explained the condition, “Everywhere else is fine, but he took a hit to the forehead and is still unconscious.”

“When will my grandfather wake up?” Tang Wan’s eyes slightly reddened as she looked at the person on the hospital bed.

“He will definitely wake up. As for the specific time, I can’t exactly say. Let him stay in the hospital for observation for now. If there’s any issue, contact me anytime.”

After the doctor left, Zhang Liyun observed Tang Wan, “Wanwan, are you okay? You look pale.”

Tang Wan had drunk too much alcohol yesterday, her eyes are distinctly bloodshot, naturally making her look haggard.

“I’m fine,” Tang Wan said, pressing her lips together.

“Why don’t you head home to wash up and change clothes?”

“I’m okay.”

“But you need to pack some things for your grandfather. He’s going to be in the hospital for a while—clothes, toiletries, and his usual medications. I’m not very clear on these, so you might need to take a trip.” Zhang Liyun’s tone was exceptionally gentle and considerate.

“Don’t worry about your grandfather, Teng Jun and I are here. You should take care of yourself first.”

There were two nurses in the hospital room who looked at Zhang Liyun and felt that Tang Wan, the stepmother, seemed to be quite decent.

Tang Wan also thought of fetching items for her grandfather and decided to head back.

“I’ll come with you,” Jiang Jinsang stated directly.

“Okay, I’ll head out first.”

**

Tang Wan went to the doctor’s office, mainly to reconfirm Mr. Tang’s condition and inquire about any special precautions.

When she returned to the hospital room, however, she saw a very unexpected person.

The man was dressed in a hospital gown and smirked upon seeing her, “Miss Tang.”

“He Shao?”

Tang Wan frowned. It was He Shao, who had almost had his finger broken by her at the party that night; he was in a patient gown with unresolved bruises on his neck and face.

“What are you doing here…
”? He should be in detention.

“I’m not feeling well, came here for treatment,” He Shao coughed. Tang Wan recalled that night when Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu had fiercely attacked him; perhaps he was indeed severely hurt and, like Tang Mo, got bail for medical treatment.

“How are you feeling?” Tang Wan asked perfunctorily without much attention, her focus remained on Mr. Tang, hardly sparing any for him.

Several people in the room recognized him; Zhang Liyun and Teng Jun were surprised by his presence, a notorious scoundrel.

Knowing of his entanglement with Tang Wan, they thought he was there to provoke and cause trouble.

Unexpectedly attentive, he, a man in his twenties, scratched his head, embarrassed, and murmured, “I’m pretty good, thanks.”

Jiang Jinsang stood by the window silently while Jiang Cuo gawked in shock.

He had encountered this He Shao before, who had previously behaved as arrogantly as a rabid dog.

She’s just asking how you are. Why the hell are you blushing!

Suddenly acting all shy.

Jiang Cuo glanced at his House of Five Elders, could this be a love rival blocking the doorway? How come he wasn’t even slightly anxious and still playing on his phone?