"Where do you want to meet?" Zhou Ziyi asked her on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine with either. Otherwise, let's go to the conference room in Renyi's office building. You can bring as many people as you want, or you can come alone." An Yan said.

Zhou Ziyi agreed and said, "Okay, see you in the small conference room tomorrow afternoon."

An Yan hung up the phone and went to Wancaotang, where she prepared the medicine. She also prepared some facial makeup for Mrs. Li and went to Li Rongsen's office to give it to him.

When she pushed the door open and walked in, she was surprised to find Nissen feeding Li Rongsen fruit.

Li Rongsen was extremely embarrassed and motioned for Nison to go out first.

An Yan came over, sat down on the chair opposite him, and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you trying to make yourself suffer like this? You already have a fiancée."

"Are you laughing at me?" Li Rongsen looked at her coldly.

An Yan chuckled and said, "I am reminding you that there is no need to do this. This is entirely within the scope of your fiancée's responsibility, and Wang Lina will definitely be happy to serve you."

"I don't need it. I'm fine like this." Li Rongsen pretended that he didn't need it at all, and then said, "Can't you give me some more medicine so that I can get better soon?"

"I'm just here to deliver the medicine." An Yan put a bottle of medicine on the table and said, "This is for your mother, for applying on her face. I believe she will like it very much."

"Where is my medicine?" Li Rongsen asked. Not being able to use his hands meant he couldn't do anything, which was really too painful.

An Yan took his cup, took out a flower-like thing from her bag, threw it in, and found that it bloomed instantly. She said, "Drink this, and you will gradually gain strength."

"I can't drink." Li Rongsen couldn't lift his arms. He looked at An Yan, as if hinting at something.

An Yan stood up and said, "I'll call Nissen in." Then she was ready to leave.

Li Rongsen quickly stopped her and said, "Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" An Yan turned to look at him.

"I have prepared an office for you. It's at the innermost part of this floor. You can go and see if you like it." Li Rongsen stood up as he spoke.

An Yan wanted to refuse, but then she remembered something else and thought that maybe she might need it, so she said, "I'll go take a look."

She opened the door, saw Nison outside, and said, "Give Mr. Li some water later."

Nissen frowned. He was almost scared when he was feeding Li Rongsen just now. He felt extremely embarrassed. He was always thinking about which posture to use so as not to arouse suspicion. Now he had to feed him water. It was simply terrible. He said, "If Miss An is willing to do it for me, I would be very grateful."

An Yan looked over at him and found this assistant really interesting. He always had no expression or emotion. She said, "I don't want to."

Nissen bowed his head.

Li Rongsen came out of his office and said, "Nisen, take Miss An to the office prepared for her."

"Miss An, please come this way." Pisen motioned An Yan to follow her.

This office is indeed very quiet. It is located at the innermost part, so no one should come to disturb it. The decoration inside is Chinese style, with a special feeling of ancient Chinese medicine store, and all medicinal materials are available.

There are large floor-to-ceiling glass windows where you can directly dry the medicinal herbs, and there is also a large long wooden table with orchids and tea sets on it.

Li Rongsen asked her: "Do you like it?"

"It's OK." An Yan nodded and said, "I accept it first, but no one else is allowed to come in except me, including you."

Li Rongsen nodded.

Nissen handed the key to An Yan, and she said, "Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After that, she strode away.

She was going to find Ling Feng to see if the red-haired boy from last night was causing trouble for him again.

Ling Feng was in class, and his wife was cleaning on the first floor. When she saw An Yan coming in, she hurried over to greet her and said, "Come in and sit down. What would you like to drink?"

"Don't bother, I bought some milk tea." An Yan handed her one of the cups and asked, "Do you like the taste?"

"I like it." She nodded.

An Yan asked: "Is he in class?"

"Yes, it's busy near the weekend and on the weekends." Rong Qian nodded, with a hint of sadness on her face.

"Are you worried about something?" An Yan asked her bluntly.

"I'm worried about that matter. If we can't find that person's contact information, it will be difficult to explain to them. I don't know how they knew it. It seems like we must know it, but we really don't know." Rong Qian said and lowered her head.

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"I contacted him yesterday. He told me to tell him if I had any difficulties and he would do his best to help." An Yan comforted her softly.

Her eyes looked different, bright and she said, "Is it true? Did he really say that?"

An Yan smiled and nodded. Just when she was about to say something, she saw a group of children running down happily. Ling Feng was the last one walking at the back.

He was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Let me tell you, I have contacted Jia Yan. If you have any difficulties, just tell me and I will tell him that he is recuperating outside now and doesn't want to see anyone." An Yan told him.

Ling Feng took a painting from the bookshelf and handed it to An Yan, saying to her, "This painting was painted by Jia Yan. Now there are only imitations of this painting out there. A corner of the original was destroyed, so he wanted to repair it. It's not that I can't repair it, but my level is not up to par after all, not to mention that my hand is disabled."

After he said this, he became sad, with a strong sense of pessimism.

An Yan said, "Can you give me this painting? I think he almost forgot what he painted back then. He said he hasn't started painting for a long time."

"Of course, it needs to be stamped. It needs his personal seal." Ling Feng said.

An Yan nodded and hid the painting in her large bag. Fortunately, the painting was not too big, otherwise it would be troublesome to carry. She handed Ling Feng a packet of medicine and said, "This medicine is good for hands. Apply it once a day at night before going to bed. It will not affect your work during the day."

"My hand can't be healed, and it would be a waste to use medicine. Thank you for your kindness." Ling Feng did not take the medicine.

But Rong Qian took it and said, "You can give it a try. It won't be a waste of An Yan's kindness. What if it gets better?"

"That's right. Maybe it will get better. This medicine is precious. Use it for three days and see if there is any improvement." An Yan signaled him not to be so stubborn and reminded him, "It will be a little painful at the beginning."

"Where did you get the medicine from?" Ling Feng always felt that it was useless to use it and looked like he didn't want to use it.

An Yan said to Rong Qian, "You have to keep an eye on his medication."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Rong Qian nodded. She didn't know why, but she trusted An Yan very much. She had an inexplicable sense of intimacy towards her, and she liked her from the bottom of her heart.

An Yan nodded, and then left.