Xi Yemo's throat moved: "Grandmother might become a vegetative state."
Lan Xin Ai and Xi Yuran's faces froze, as if hit hard, turning pale.
Meanwhile, Lin Mengyao felt a joy in her heart; a vegetative state meant never waking up, which was great.
She no longer had to worry about this matter.
Now, she just waited to deal with Lan Xin Ai.
"No, impossible, it won't happen." Xi Yuran couldn't accept this fact and shouted loudly.
Lan Xin Ai's lips quivered, unable to speak a word.
"Calm down. As Xi Family's Son, is such panic appropriate?"
Xi Yemo also felt great pain, but as the eldest son, the elder brother, he bore more responsibility.
"Grandmother is about to become a vegetative state; what am I supposed to be calm for?"
Xi Yuran cried, his face full of tears. Since shortly after he was born, Xi Father and Xi Mother had an accident, leaving him with shallow impressions of them.
He was raised single-handedly by Elder Lady Xi, to whom he had deep emotions.
