Zheng Family's Neighbor Was...Tan Family!

Mo Yongheng looked at Qi Yan and his eyes narrowed. "As for you, if you are not afraid of dying, you can come in too."

"Do you think I will be afraid of you? I am going in!" Qi Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked up in Mo Yongheng's death glare.

When he walked past Tan Bengbeng, he held her hand arrogantly and went in with her.

In the tidy ward.

The Old Master had just taken his medicine and was leaning against the bed while the nurse was reading the newspaper to him.

It was Qi Yan's orders.

The Old Master had been unconscious for so long that he had to accept that he had missed a lot and his reactions were now slower. Listening to the news would help him in his recovery.

Upon seeing them walk in, he glanced across Mo Yongheng and Zheng Yan's holding hands and his gaze flickered. He signaled for the nurse to leave him.

He took off his reading glasses.

"Old Master!"

All of them greeted at the same time.