"Huh? What's going on..." Jian Yixue blinked in confusion, not yet processing the situation, when Yan Yichen grabbed her wrist, smiling as clean and clear as after the first snow, "You'll know very soon."
He drove, taking Jian Yixue to the hospital where Jian Shengbao was admitted.
On the way, they passed by a flower shop, and he even stopped to buy a bouquet of... chrysanthemums.
Jian Yixue was taken aback; aren't those flowers meant for the deceased? What's he buying them for?
It wasn't until Yan Yichen led her into Jian Shengbao's hospital room that she seemed to suddenly understand something...
Something chaotic had happened inside the hospital room, and it was a complete mess.
Doctors, nurses, security guards, the Jian family parents, Jian Yixue's sister, Jian Mengyu, and Jian Shengbao, who was pinned to the ground by a group of burly men with tattoos on their arms.
