After a while, a servant came to report that someone from the Zhan family was here. Yunting asked the servant to lead the people in quickly, but it was Zhilan and Zhan Bohan who came.
Yunting was so angry when she saw Bo Han that she cursed: "You are such a heartless boy. What you said about taking care of your third sister for the rest of your life is all bullshit. The quarrel between husband and wife is over. I don't think so."
Send a letter saying that Third Sister is about to die, will you not come?"
"What about dying? Don't say it in such a bad way, okay? Who are you scaring? Nothing happened to her!" Bo Han's face didn't look very good either. He looked at Yunting a little aggressively and stood in the courtyard refusing to move.
He walked away and glanced sideways into the room, "It's her fault this time. She has to apologize to me. I'm already here. You, you tell her to come out." As he spoke, he straightened up with a look on his face.
Arrogant and unyielding
"If she could have come out, she would have come out a long time ago. She went to bed. I'm going to ask someone to take her out. You and your wife, just go ahead and separate. I don't care." Yunting snorted, seeing that it was already time.
However, Han still refused to give in, which made the young master lose his temper. He was so angry that he flicked his sleeves angrily.
"She, is she really sick?" Seeing Yunting's appearance, Bo Han didn't seem to be lying to himself, so he immediately became nervous.
"Isn't it still fake? Why did I lie to you? She was confused and still calling your name. I didn't send someone to Zhan's house. It's not like I can't support my third sister here, you bastard
"Something." Yunting glared at Bo Han angrily. She was afraid that he thought she was playing tricks on him. She was really going to die.
"Okay, stop talking. Go in and see someone. It looks like Third Sister is really very ill. If you want to scold them, wait until they meet the couple!" Wan Hong dragged his right foot and walked a little hesitantly.
He came over and tugged on Yunting's sleeves, telling her not to fuss with Bo Han.
Bohan's originally arrogant and stubborn face was suddenly covered with worry and panic, and he hurriedly ran into the room. Ruixue was squatting beside the couch, taking a hot towel and rubbing Yunxuan's hands continuously, while saying: "
Miss, miss, please bear with it, hold it tight, it will be fine, it will be fine, Ruixue will rub your hands, it won’t be cold anymore, it won’t be cold anymore!”
Yunxuan closed her eyes, bit her lips, her face was pale and purple, and she was mumbling squirmingly: "Cold, cold, so cold, Bohan, Bohan!" Ruixue was rubbing her hands, watching Yunxuan feel so uncomfortable.