Probably... Getting Worse?

Fu Qin was enraged. She had never expected Lin Gantang to be such a shameless person. The key was that Lin Mingzhuo was blindly protecting her!

"I'm a guest invited by your Dad. Is this how you treat guests?" Fu Qin's face flushed from anger.

"Dad, did you invite her?" Lin Gantang asked as she tugged at her father.

"She said she sprained her ankle and that it's hard to walk on the snowy road. She came in to sit and wait for her ankle to stop hurting before leaving. You seem to be fine now?" Mr. Lin looked at Fu Qin.

Fu Qin's expression froze. She moved her left foot and stuttered, "It... It hurt a little just now."

"It was your right foot you sprained. You're forgetting things so quickly?" Mr. Lin asked seriously. "This is an early symptom of Alzheimer's disease."

Fu Qin was stunned by his serious tone and forgot to get angry. "What kind of illness is Alzheimer's disease?"