President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

"Where's Grandma Zhao?" She said with a hoarse voice, which made him feel infinitely distressed.

"The corpse is still in the hospital mortuary, and it cannot be disposed of casually without the signature of the family members. As for the matter of the house, the company's lawyers have followed up. When the family wrote the will, they were fully responsible for their actions, so their lawsuit will undoubtedly fail."

Leng Yan replied softly, knowing that she would still be sad, but the matter has already happened, and the living must face it optimistically and live well.

"Keep the house for later. I just hope Grandma Zhao can be buried as soon as possible." Feng Yin understands that if they don't give them a house, they won't let the old man be buried.

At that time, I'm afraid they will take away all the ashes...

"I heard what you and Mr. Xiao said." Feng Yin raised his hand, and Leng Yan immediately held her hand.

"Those reporters outside, I know you will help me settle it."

"I haven't seen you for a year. You've lost weight...but you're even more handsome."

"How do you manage to look more handsome the older you get?"

Feng Yin spoke, with tears in his smile.

One year, we meet again, my Mr. Leng, how are you?

I know, this year when I'm not by your side, you're having a bad time, so why not me?
Leng Yan lowered her head, a tear slipped down quietly and landed on her earlobe, with the remaining warmth from her eyes.

"I'm old...so, don't be separated anymore."

He had a bad heart, and he really couldn't bear to be separated from her again.

Really don't separate anymore...

At this time, he would rather be a wayward child, regardless of it, even if he is considered childish and vexatious, it doesn't matter, as long as they are together in the future.

"Can we leave here?" Feng Yin asked, she knew there were many, many reporters outside, but Leng Yan must have a way to take her away.

"Like before?" He was referring to the time he left Night Palace by helicopter.

Feng Yin smiled and shook his head, "No. Let's keep a low profile this time."

Feng Yin just wanted to leave here and find a place that has nothing to do with here to rest for a few days.

However, Young Master Leng never expected that the low-key she said was...

An hour later, it was time to rest in the mental hospital. It didn't matter how many reporters were around the patients here. They still had to eat and drink. Anyway, they wouldn't let them leave just because there were so many people outside, nor would they Because there are many people outside, their families will come to pick them up earlier.

While the reporters outside were waiting eagerly, the door of the mental hospital opened, but the dean ran out with seven or eight doctors.

"Quick! There's a patient running over there! Run after me!"

"The soldiers are divided into two groups, and they must be chased back before evening! Otherwise, the police will be called when it gets dark!"

The dean yelled loudly, and the doctors immediately responded and ran in a non-stop direction.

The reporters locked their eyes on the doctors who ran out, and were also worried that Feng Yin would hide among these doctors, but after looking around, they were all male doctors, no matter their body shape or facial features, they were not similar to Feng Yin, so they relaxed their vigilance.

After running for a while, the dean saw Feng Yin and Leng Yan had left, and then called the other doctors to go back.

Before he could go back, he was stopped by reporters.

"Dean Zhang, is Feng Yin living in your hospital? Is she suffering from severe depression?" Some reporters started asking Dean Zhang.

"You're the only one who is sick." Dean Zhang yelled at the reporter.

"Dean Zhang, how can you scold people?" The reporter was not to be outdone.