"Are you Yu Xiaolian? Sun Chunfang's daughter?" Madam Feng was extremely shocked, and even her voice grew stronger.
Yu Xiaolian gave a gentle hum, "Auntie, let me check your pulse first. We can catch up afterward."
Madam Feng still didn't extend her arm. She struggled to get up from the kang, then put her all into kneeling before Yu Xiaolian, "Since you are Xiaolian, you're considered one of the children I watched grow up.
I beg you, after I die, take in my Zhao Ping. He is obedient and kind; he's not like his father..."
"Auntie, don't talk about dying. It's not auspicious. Whether this illness is an epidemic is still uncertain. Even if it is, it's not incurable."
Yu Xiaolian was indeed extremely helpless. Madam Feng was obsessed with believing that she was beyond saving and just wanted to arrange things for her son Zhao Ping before her last breath. No matter what Yu Xiaolian said, she selectively ignored it, only continuously kowtowing to Yu Xiaolian.
