Two ice sculptures facing off made the surrounding environment even colder, the atmosphere more bizarre.
Mrs. Xiao looked at her son, then at Lan Rui, and sighed deeply, "Lan Rui, what do we do now? Can our Yaoyao still speak or not?"
Lan Rui shot Mrs. Xiao a cold glance, then finally focused on the heavily burdened expression of Mr. Xiao.
Her voice was as cold as a frozen cellar, "Depends on what Uncle and Aunt decide to do."
"Ah?" Mrs. Xiao grew more anxious and nudged her husband's arm, signaling him to ask.
Mr. Xiao furrowed his brows slightly, his tone serious, "Stop beating around the bush. What exactly should be done about Yaoyao's condition?"
Lan Rui folded her arms, tilted her head, her face void of emotion, though her tone wasn't particularly pleasant, "Yaoyao's previous bout of silence was caused by poisoning and trauma.
This time it's the same, but the difference is that now Ye Ranran is by her side. Things are better than last time, but..."