Duan Sheng: "That's right. As her older brother, you should keep an eye on Nanxing. She's not young anymore, and your uncle is quite anxious to find her a good match."

Upon hearing this, Duan Ye felt much more at ease.

"Hey, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Why are you interfering? Do you really treat her like your own daughter?"

Ding Yifen popped up from behind and slapped Duan Ye on the head: "How can you talk like that? Don't you think about it? Your aunt and I raised you two since you were little. How can we not treat you like our own daughters?"

Duan Ye: "...Okay, I understand."

Ding Yifen: "However, we really don't need to interfere in Nanxing's affairs. What's important now is you, Qingyuan, and those two children..."

Duan Ye: "Mom, I know, we have to take it slowly, right?"

Before Ding Yifen could say anything more, Duan Ye slipped away.

Ding Yifen sighed helplessly, "This child is so old, yet he still causes us so much worry."

——

At this time, Luo Qingyuan was sent to the hospital.

Over the years, her health had deteriorated significantly, so she initially thought it was just a sprained ankle, but the X-ray revealed a torn ligament.

Luo Qingyuan was hospitalized with her right foot in a cast and wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

She felt extremely helpless, but also deeply powerless.

Whenever she encounters Duan Ye, she seems to forget everything else...

At this moment, Luo Shuyang received another message with only one simple sentence: "President Luo, we can't find any clues."

Upon seeing this message, Luo Shuyang's brows immediately furrowed.

There are only two possibilities if they can't find out: either Nanxing is indeed innocent and they've misunderstood her, or...

Nanxing's methods were too clever; he truly left no useful traces.