"Let go!"
...
Thus, Ye Shiyu's hand that had just been raised stiffened mid-air.
"Ding ding ding~"
At that moment, Ye Lan's cellphone suddenly rang again.
This time, there wasn't even a need for her to call Yan Huan; instead, Yan Huan called herself.
Looking at the caller ID "Xiao Huan" on the phone screen, Ye Shiyu showed a faintly panicked expression and shook her head at her own mother.
But Ye Lan just glanced at her and then answered the call.
"Hello, Xiao Huan, how is Bai Yi's mother doing?"
Ye Lan turned on the speakerphone and greeted Yan Huan.
"Aunt Ye, I was just about to tell you. She's physically fine; it's just that she seems to have been frightened and keeps muttering something..."
At this point, Yan Huan paused briefly and softly said,
"'They will stay away from them' or something like that."
...
Ye Lan looked up at Ye Shiyu, who was pale in front of her, and then listened as Yan Huan continued over the phone,
