Although she had already decided not to let Lin Fan touch her son, the middle-aged woman didn't act rashly before her husband returned. Instead, she arranged breakfast for Lin Fan.
During their casual conversation, the middle-aged woman found out that Lin Fan wasn't a licensed practitioner, and hadn't even attended medical school; he was clearly a Jianghu doctor.
Why would a Jianghu doctor come here? It doesn't need asking—it's certainly for money.
The middle-aged woman brought the prepared breakfast to Lin Fan, "Mr. Lin, please enjoy the meal. It was made in a rush and might not suit your taste. Please forgive me."
Lin Fan smiled, "Thank you."
Lin Fan wasn't picky about food; as long as he could eat, he was fine. So he started enjoying the breakfast.
The middle-aged woman sat across from Lin Fan, hesitating to speak.
Lin Fan said, "Auntie, do you have anything you'd like to ask me?"
