That very night, Old Lady Yan had someone deliver Shu Meng's belongings to Yan Qianyi.
Aunt Xue, looking at the items covered in dust, asked Yan Qianyi, "Miss, are these all Madam's things from before?"
"Yes, help me sort through them, and separate all the notebooks out."
Yan Qianyi then rolled up her sleeves and began sorting through the belongings.
Old Madam had finally done something right.
If it hadn't been for Old Madam preserving her mother's belongings back then, she wouldn't have known where to start now.
Her mother had the habit of keeping handwritten diaries and work records, which should have mentioned the surgery involving Mu Feng.
"Miss, you rest; I'll sort through them," said Aunt Xue.
"It's okay; I'm not tired."
She needed to keep herself busy now to shift her focus.
The moment she stopped, the panic of having no news from Ah Lie was unbearable.
