The head of the Lan family nodded and thanked him again. After seeing off Qiao Tianchang and his wife, he originally planned to go back in a few days, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. He sent the letter first, then took the people with him and left quickly the next day.
"Will my sister be okay?"
"Why do you still call her sister? Don't you hate her?" Wu Shanshan asked with a frown as she looked at her only daughter.
"Don't hate me for thinking that she is my biological sister. Mom, don't you think that my sister is actually somewhat similar to my father? Especially those eyes are exactly the same." Lan Xin shook her head and said.
Wu Shanshan was shocked by her daughter's words. She wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, didn't she
Lan Ting's eyes are exactly the same as those of the Lan family master, and even their outlines are somewhat similar, as well as their mouths.
"Xin'er, you mean she might be your father's daughter?"
"That's what I think." Lan Xin nodded. It was because of this that after something like that happened, she would protect Lan Ting when she saw others bullying her.
Wu Shanshan frowned. If Lan Ting was really the master's daughter, why did Li Juanrong say that
Wu Shanshan reviewed the way Li Juanrong treated Lan Ting over the years, and found that her behavior in thinking about Li Juanrong was too deliberate.
She let Lan Ting do everything. In the past, Lan Ting was spoiled, but now it seems that Li Juanrong did it on purpose.
"We will discuss this matter after your father comes back. If she is really your father's biological daughter, we must not let that poisonous woman Li Juanrong cause trouble."
"Mom, you are right."
Far away in a small town, Lan Ting had no idea that such a storm was waiting for her.
She was standing in the room with the maid. There was also a seriously injured and beautiful man lying on the bed, and a doctor was dressing his wounds next to her.
"How is he, doctor?" Seeing the doctor stop what he was doing, Lan Ting, who had been worried, hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
The six masters and servants settled down quickly after arriving in this small town called Furong. Although it was not as prosperous as before, Lan Ting liked it very much.
There was nothing different at first, except that a man suddenly broke into the house last night. He was covered in blood and badly injured. Yesterday, the maid casually bandaged him, and they waited until dawn to call a doctor.
"This young man suffered serious internal injuries. Several internal bones were broken. Even the injuries on his arms were very serious. Although his life was saved, he still needs to take good care of himself."
"Thank you, doctor. Aunt Wu, you and the doctor will go get the medicine."
"It's Miss."
After Lan Ting screened away the people around her, she looked at the people on the bed with curiosity in her eyes.
How could such an outstanding person suffer such serious injuries.
Lan Ting sat on the edge and saw sweat on the forehead of the person on the bed. She quickly took the handkerchief on the side and wiped it with him.
After drinking the medicine, the person woke up that night.
When Wuyou woke up, he found that he was in a strange place, his eyes were full of mist, and he immediately thought that he might have been saved by someone, and he really didn't deserve to die.
"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable about?" Lan Ting came in with the medicine and saw Wuyou opening her eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she immediately felt happy. Several questions were asked.
Wuyou turned to look at the person who was speaking. She was a very young girl who looked like she was only fifteen years old. She was so thin that she looked as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
"Did you save me? Thank you." Wuyou said as he sat up with his body propped up.
"Don't move. The doctor said that your injury is very serious and you need to take good care of yourself. I will get you whatever you want." Seeing that he wanted to sit up, Lan Ting quickly walked to him and put the hand in her hand. He put the bowl down and then pinned her down on the bed to prevent her from moving.
Wuyou followed Lan Ting's strength and lay on the bed. There was a light floral fragrance on the tip of his nose. It was not very strong, but it smelled very good.
"Thank you for saving my life, girl. My name is Wuyou. May I ask her her name?"