In recent days, Yang Fan had been tirelessly treating his grandfather, and Lu Yunshuang had noticed. She looked at Yang Fan gratefully, her voice changing, "You should go rest, you've been too exhausted these past few days."
Yang Fan gave a polite smile and turned to leave.
Returning to the Murong Family, it was just getting dark. Yang Fan carried the cardboard box in his hands and placed the two pots of Clover on the table.
Everyone saw it and finally felt they had found what they were looking for.
Murong Yan returned home early today. Seeing the two pots of Clover, her concerns and guilt vanished.
After chatting with the family, Yang Fan stood up from the sofa, "I've been quite tired these days, I'm going to rest now." He took the two pots of Clover to the balcony.
"Who would be so shameless to steal these two pots of plants?" Baili Lanxiang was puzzled, wondering who could be so unscrupulous.
Murong Yan shook her head, "Yang Fan didn't say."
