Regardless of all this, Aunt Lan, who valued friendship and loyalty, did not leave the Yan's Family but remained there as a servant.
When she had an accident six years ago, if Aunt Lan hadn't returned in time to send her to the hospital, she and her child would probably be dead.
Therefore, she had a deeper affection for Aunt Lan than anyone else in the Yan Family.
Seeing Aunt Lan, who wasn't even fifty yet, in this condition, Yan Ling was filled with anger and grief.
"Miss, don't worry about me. I just fell and hurt my back, it's nothing serious." Aunt Lan kept her composure and gently patted Yan Ling's hand, looking relieved, "It's been years since I last saw you, Miss. You've grown even more beautiful, and you're starting to resemble your mother!"
At Yan Qianhong's last birthday, Yan Ling had returned home, but Aunt Lan had been away visiting her hometown, so she hadn't seen her.
This was the first time they had seen each other in six years.