"If I could, I would donate," she said.
Yan Xiaye didn't want to argue with Yan Shuirou outside Mother Yan's hospital room, especially since she already had a fairly meticulous plan for dealing with her.
Listening to her even tone, Yan Shuirou's eyes were filled with unabated mockery, clearly not believing her words, "Are you just being stubborn in front of a man? Oh well, as long as mother agrees, do as you like."
After speaking, she stiffly bowed slightly to Li Yuntang and turned to enter the hospital room.
Yan Xiaye watched her back, anticipating somewhat the future awaiting Yan Shuirou. A hint of pleasure in avenging a great wrong mixed into her clear, black-and-white eyes, making her appear stunningly radiant.
Li Yuntang glanced sideways at her exquisite face, his eyes squinting thoughtfully, "Xiaye, since you don't like her, you really don't need to find any evidence."