Old Madam He met He Yingdong's cold gaze, and she silently sighed; she was old.
Finally, she couldn't control this son any longer.
Silently, she turned around and helped He Wenyu up.
The usually silly He Wenyu suddenly spoke up, gesturing with his hands:
"Sister-in-law, he's not my son. I didn't give birth to such a big child. I only gave birth to a little one, just about this size..."
"I understand, Wenyu, let's go. Let's not disturb Yingdong's rest anymore."
Old Madam He supported He Wenyu and walked to the door.
Only then did He Yingdong slowly speak again, "What did you say to Li Jiaqi? Did you drive her away?"
"What could I say? I just brought your little aunt for a check-up. What could I possibly say to her! You, let me tell you, if you continue like this, you'll regret it sooner or later."
Old Madam He stomped her feet in frustration.
He Yingdong smirked and coldly laughed twice.
He's not afraid of dying, what is there to regret?
