Cold Winter

Sure enough.

The next moment.

An image appeared in front of Yan Ruyu.

He looked around.

Feng Zhan and Feng Lingtong understood what he meant and smiled at each other.

Feng Zhan said, "I almost forgot. A few days ago, my little aunt told me that she wasn't feeling very well. I had someone find her a few medication and just happened to deliver it to my little aunt today."

Feng Lingtong also said, "Then I'll go with Ah Zhen."

Yan Ruyu nodded.

"Then, we'll discuss the matter of the other day."

They were fast.

Yan Ruyu picked up the video.

The moment the image appeared in front of his eyes, Yan Ruyu's eyes turned sour.

Ning's body looked exactly the same as it had thirty years ago.

After resting at Zhao Huai's place for so many days, her complexion had more or less recovered.

Zhao Shuning said, "It's been a while since we last met."

He was so generous as to call himself an immaculate man.