"Mrs. Rong... is there a reason for your visit to my home?"
Old Madam Rong quickly swallowed and stammered a bit before saying,
"May I ask... is your husband at home?"
"What business do you have with my husband?"
As soon as she spoke, Su Xiaomeng's tone carried a hint of suspicion.
"Mrs. Yin, please don't worry. My husband and I came for something we wish to discuss with your husband, and we have no ill intentions."
Su Xiaomeng coldly curled her lips,
"Mrs. Rong and Mr. Rong must be a bit forgetful, right? You saw my husband's condition the other day—he needs a wheelchair to go out, and his serious injuries haven't healed. Do you think he would be at home?"
"Then... Mrs. Yin, could we trouble you to tell us which hospital Mr. Yin is receiving treatment at?"
"..."
Su Xiaomeng looked at them with a cold face.
Just that chilly expression made the elderly couple realize that Su Xiaomeng intentionally didn't plan to tell them.
