Yin Yilan held her purse, lifted her chin slightly, and said unhurriedly, "Rong Ma, I used to be the lady of this house. I heard about Xiaoge's accident in Paris, and I'm worried about Zhiyuan, so I came to see him."
Rong Ma eventually let Yin Yilan in.
Ming Zhiyuan was sitting on the sofa. Rong Ma had given him some medicine, which brought him back a bit, but his face was still pale, a look of being deeply affected.
Yin Yilan's eyes flashed as she changed her shoes, walked over, gently squatted in front of Ming Zhiyuan, and put her slender hand on his knee, "Zhiyuan, are you alright?"
Ming Zhiyuan was too severely affected, his spirit in a state of haziness, not responding to Yin Yilan. Or perhaps he simply didn't hear her voice, not realizing someone had approached.
