Han Gang took the bowl, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Han Yan, then stood up and wanted to leave.
"You sit down and listen too," said Han Yan.
Han Gang stood up and slowly sat back down.
"I will find someone to treat uncle's illness." Han Yan said calmly.
"No, no." Han Yougui waved his hand hurriedly.
"Han Gang and Han Chunhua's work..."
Han Yougui and Han Gang suddenly looked up at Han Yan with panicked expressions.
"I can let it go." Han Yan glanced at Han Gang.
Han Gang's face flushed red and he quickly lowered his head.
Han Yougui's expression relaxed and he seemed relieved.
"As for the drugging yesterday..." Han Yan stared at Han Yougui with serious eyes.
Han Yougui looked flustered, his eyes filled with fear. He hurriedly explained, "Nephew, I, I didn't mean it. I just felt bad for Chunhua and acted impulsively. Yes, it was just—"
"I hope there won't be a next time." Han Yan interrupted Han Yougui.
"No, absolutely not." Han Yougui said hurriedly, "I swear I -"
"Also," Han Yan interrupted Han Yougui again, "you can let go of the past, but don't bring up the so-called favor anymore."
Han Yougui instantly became excited, staring at Han Yan with wide eyes, and shouted loudly: "It was your father who owed—"
"Whether I owe you anything or not," Han Yan stood up and looked down at Han Yougui. "You know the truth best."
Han Yougui seemed to be strangled by the neck, his face flushed red, and he opened his mouth: "I, you..."
Han Yan stared at Han Yougui coldly for a while, glanced at Han Gang who had kept his head down and remained silent, turned around, opened the door and left.
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