Last time Lin Tian was in the hospital, Yan Xinrou had already met Xu Ning'an.
She still had a deep impression of her daughter's complacency.
Although Xu Ning'an and Lin Tian hadn't shown any relationship, for women, there's no need for concrete evidence—intuition alone suffices.
"Hello, Auntie, just call me Ning'an." Xu Ning'an leaned on her crutch and smiled gracefully.
In truth, she felt somewhat guilty inside. This scene was as if she'd been caught in the act.
Lin Tian quickly explained, "Mom, Ning'an injured her leg and regular doctors can't treat it. As her friend, I couldn't ignore her, so I brought her here... to recuperate with Qingcheng. You don't have any objections, do you?"
Yan Xinrou continued to ignore Lin Tian and instead handed her bag to him, then walked over to Xu Ning'an with a smile, saying, "It's cold outside, and your leg is injured too—let's talk inside."
