Really sick?
Su Fanxing stared suspiciously at the door.
She didn't believe the Old Madam's explanation; Ji Huan must have either feigned illness or truly been ill.
Being possessed by a ghost was merely the result of the Old Madam being misled by a doctor.
With slightly bent fingers reaching out, she was able to hear clearly through the door the sounds resembling someone coughing up their lungs.
Thinking of her foster father suffering in the hospital due to poisoning, and her foster mother living in constant fear.
No longer hesitating, she prepared to gently crack open the door to check on Ji Huan's condition.
If she were ill, she wouldn't mind escorting her on her journey.
If it was an act, Su Fanxing had already brought her foster father's blood along.
Su Fanxing was almost one hundred percent sure that the perpetrator behind the poisoning was Ji Huan.
Her hand hadn't yet touched the doorknob when footsteps echoed inside, the sound of shoes shuffling closer from afar.