Jiang Nuan listened to the sentimental tone in her voice, and her heart sank. She casually brought it up, "I remember your husband came to Mahali for treatment because he was ill. What illness does he have?"
"A leg ailment. I told you before, Miss Susan, you even said you're a neurologist and could have a look at him. I conveyed your kind intention to him, but ever since he got sick, he's become reclusive and doesn't like to meet strangers. I mentioned it to him, but he neither agreed nor refused, and there was no further development..."
Also a leg ailment.
Jiang Nuan was almost certain of something.
She bit her lip tightly, nearly breaking the skin, her eyes flickering as she asked softly, "I still don't know the surname of our neighbor next door. Is it convenient to ask? In case we run into each other in the future, I wouldn't know how to greet him."
"What's the harm?" The housekeeper laughed nonchalantly. "The gentleman's last name is Fu, but I don't know his first name."
