Mrs. Fang's expression choked up.
"Shu Yan isn't that ill, it's just a common cold, no, no need to go to the hospital."
"If she isn't that sick, then we should be able to visit her, right?"
"This..." Mrs. Fang found it very difficult and her gaze kept darting towards the inside of the house.
The next second, Fang Wenzhe appeared, squeezing himself into the doorway, and said in a gloomy tone, "Shu Yan's cold might be contagious, you all should leave now."
"Exactly." Another man's voice came from behind the door, slightly impatient, "What's the meaning of so many of you crowding at my door? Hurry up and leave, or I'll have someone drive you away."
Fang Wenzhe's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, also shot a cold light, "If you don't leave now, I'll call the police. What you're doing is already constituting the crimes of harassment and unlawful entry, you could be detained for that."
