As soon as Ran Yu saw Han Zhen, he chuckled and began, "Xiaoyu, come look at this photo."
"What?"
On the other side, Yan Nansheng had already started shouting, "Damn it, Azhen, don't you dare go too far!"
Han Zhen "hehe'd" and said, "Keep yelling, and I'll send it to Yanyan right now."
With a single sentence, Yan Nansheng immediately simmered down.
Because he was so angry, his handsome face still looked twisted.
Han Zhen showed his phone to Ran Yu, and there was a photo, with Yan Nansheng leaning against the bed, wearing a hospital gown, his complexion pale, eyelids fluttering, looking very weak.
Sitting next to the bed was Mrs. Yan Chen Wan, spoon-feeding him.
"Doesn't he look like an old man in his eighties? Even needs to be spoon-fed porridge, oh, the poor young master is sick!"
Ran Yu: "..."
This weak appearance really didn't look anything like him now!
She looked up at Yan Nansheng on the hospital bed.
