"Aunt, I'll go outside first. You stay with my uncle." Han Chen said, taking Zhou Mo's hand and leading her out of the ward.

The VIP ward has an inner and outer suit.

Inside is the ward, and outside is like a living room.

Han Chen let go of Zhou Mo's hand, frowned, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

He looked thoughtful.

When he sat down, he leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, clasped his hands together, and rubbed his thumbs together, as if he was struggling and thinking hard.

Zhou Mo sat beside him and reached out to separate his clasped hands. She didn't want to see him so conflicted.

"What are you thinking about?"

Han Chen's brows were furrowed. "What did my second brother say?"

Feng Yang actually chose to commit suicide.

"No, I have to ask him."

Han Chen let go of Zhou Mo's hand and called Han Ji, but after a few rings, the call was not connected.

It was obvious that Han Ji hung up on purpose.

He originally thought that the Han family would be so powerful that Feng Yang would be stripped of his official position.

Unexpectedly...

Han Chen inadvertently glanced at the person next to him.

She didn't say a word and sat quietly beside her, being incredibly well-behaved.

Looking down, she saw her hands on her legs clenched into fists.

Han Chen could feel that Zhou Mo was nervous and anxious.

"Scared?" he asked.

Zhou Mo looked up at him and nodded woodenly.

"Even if you're dissatisfied with your uncle, there are many ways to deal with him, right? Why—do you have to let him…"

I can't even utter the word "death".

Han Chen clasped Zhou Mo's fist with his big hand, rubbing it carefully to help her relieve her emotions.