Lady Zhou sat restlessly, her face ashen.
Lian Lanlan sat next to Lady Zhou, perching on the very edge of her chair, her face turning alternately red and pale.
"A life..." Lian Manman shot Lady Zhou a cold smile, then turned her head to Lian Zhizhi and said, "Sister, do you know why whenever there's any sign of trouble with the Old Master or Old Mistress over at the old residence, Father and Mother immediately arrange to call a doctor?"
"I don't know." Lian Zhizhi said.
"I don't know either. I asked Father, and he said he couldn't really explain it, just felt like doing it. Whether it's a real illness or a fake one. Father also said, everyone has a heart, and the human heart is made of flesh." Lian Manman said.
"Not necessarily." Lian Zhizhi said.
