Ye Xingtong nodded, opened another file, moved the cursor over, and continued, "Mommy, this is the medication record."
Ye Ranran heard this, lightly tapping her fingers on the keyboard, carefully examining those medication records.
A few minutes later, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "So, Ye Xuefu hasn't fully recovered. She's started taking medication again recently, and the situation seems quite severe…"
Ye Xingtong's face darkened, as heavy as water, "It's clearly her fault, but she falsely accuses Mommy—damn it!"
Seeing her son's furious expression, Ye Ranran leaned in, her fair hand landing on his forehead, gently rubbing it. Her sweet voice carried a trace of laughter.
"Sweetheart, don't get upset. This time, Mommy will make her suffer badly."
Ye Xingtong pulled himself out of his anger, pursed his lips, and obediently said, "Mommy, go ahead. We'll support you."