"Master Xuan, what exactly is wrong with me?"
After hearing the conversation between Ye Xuan and Lin Tai, a look of worry appeared on Lin Shiyin's face as he asked.
"Shiyin, you're already seriously ill. Haven't you felt it?"
Ye Xuan chuckled lightly, appearing very calm, as if no matter how severe Lin Shiyin's illness was, he could easily cure it, and he laughed as he spoke.
"What?"
Lin Shiyin was suddenly shocked.
At this time, Lin Xueji, who had just arrived in the crowd, dropped the folder she was holding onto the ground with a "bang." Tears glistened in her beautiful eyes, and her face turned pale and anxious.
"Xueji, when did you arrive?"
Ye Xuan looked at Lin Xueji, who wore a stunned expression, and asked with curiosity.
"Ye Xuan, what illness does my grandfather have?"
Lin Xueji quickly stepped forward, walked up to Ye Xuan, and asked.
