Chu Huan and Aunt Dong used the excuse of going to the bathroom to sneak into the back corridor. Chu Huan was pacing nervously,
"What should we do, Aunt Dong? What if Gu Nianyang really saves Old Master Chu? Why didn't you be more decisive?"
Aunt Dong replied steadily, "That's impossible. Old Master Chu has suffered a brain hemorrhage; even if he survives, he'll be in a vegetative state. As long as he can't speak, we won't be exposed. Miss Chu, you need to stay calm!"
Chu Huan's face was sullen, her hands clenched so tightly they bled. Gu Nianyang, you'd better not succeed in that surgery.
You've already stolen my man; you can't take my identity, too. Dad is mine, Mom is mine, Brother is mine. Old Master Chu must die; you won't change this!
An hour passed, then two, then five.
