said, "But this is your future, you...""I have a grasp of the situation." He refused to discuss this further.Zhao Yu let out a light sigh. Two years ago, she couldn't stop Han Chuan from breaking Wan..."Mom, why are you here today" He Hanchuan seemed not to have heard the depth in her words, withdrawing his hand and asking. 。"After boiling some soup, I realized it was getting late. " 。Zhao Yu gestured for the servant to bring out a bowl of soup and then looked at him, saying with a hint of displeasure, “How did you get into Wanwan’s ward I remember telling you not to bother her these days.” 。"The dangerous period is over," He Hanchuan glanced in the direction of Xiang Wan, and said. 。"

向晚 frowned, but didn't say anything, consenting. >>> 。Hearing this, Zhao Yu finally stopped holding a grudge against He Hanchuan for visiting Wan's ward. 。"Miss Xiang, this is a soup personally cooked by Madam all night. Please try it and tell us how it tastes." 。"The maid first offered a bowl of soup and smiled as she handed it to Xiang Wan." 。... After a long time without eating, Wa had grown quite hungry. She thanked them and took the bowl, sipping from it slowly. 。"Young Master " 。The maid filled another bowl and, with her head bowed low and eyes meekly cast down, brought it to He Hanchuan’s front. 。He Hanchuan lay in bed, unable to move, and unwilling to. "I don't feel like drinking right now, let's put it down for later," 。"Come sit down and have a drink, it'll do you good. " 。Zhao Yu took the bowl and said to him, 。He smiled, the burning sensation on his neck had subsided, but his throat still ached. "I feel nauseous smelling this fishy scent now, I won't drink anymore." 。He had never been so insistent on declining before, Zhao Yu became suspicious. 。She glanced at him and suddenly lifted his shirt. 。"You're paralyzed from the anesthetic" she asked, looking at the wound on his abdomen. 。Hearing this, Xiang Wan's movements slowed as she sipped her soup, her gaze fixed on the mother and son with an unreadable expression. 。He Hanchuan hummed softly, "You might as well put my clothes down. It's a bit chilly like this." 。"How did you get hurt" Zhao Yu looked at the bandage a few more times, then put his clothes down and asked. 。He casually said, "It's just a minor injury. It'll be fine in a while, don't worry too much." 。Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Zhao Yu frowned, but did not press him. 。She stood up and was about to put the soup on the table when she suddenly caught a glimpse of purple bruises on his neck, "What happened to your neck" The bowl in Xiang Wan's hand trembled, and the soup inside almost spilled onto the ground. 。"It's okay" 。He stared at Xiang Wan, frowning. Seeing that the soup hadn't splashed on her, the frown on his brow eased. 。The maid looked at Xiang Wan's pale face and asked, "Miss Xiang, why is your complexion so bad Are you feeling unwell somewhere"Hearing this, Zhao Yu's gaze followed the maid's to Xiang Wan's pale face, then turned his head to look at the obvious handprints on his son's neck, which clearly belonged to a woman. A dark gleam flashed in his eyes, thoughtful. 。It's okay 。ed to hate these kinds of situations the most, but this time as soon as he arrived, he was just like Xiang Jianguo before, chatting with others.Toward Evening listened to him speak loudly in the crowd...