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Seeing that almost two and a half hours had passed, she couldn't help but raise her voice, "How come there's no news coming from inside? Shouldn't we get someone to have a look? Are they hiding inside after doing something funny?"

"What do you mean by something funny?" Wei Lou asked in a foul temper.

Wei Mingxuan yelled at him disapprovingly, "Wei Lou, is this how you talk to your aunt? She's your elder!"

Wei Lou scowled and narrowed his eyes a little dangerously. "She doesn't act like an elder. She looks like she hopes for something to happen to Grandpa."

Wei Ying's embarrassment turned to frustration after Wei Lou had hit the nail on the head. "What are you saying, when did I hope for something to happen to your grandpa!"

"Ha." Wei Lou chuckled and looked at her condescendingly. "Does Aunt usually barge into operating rooms in hospitals? If the surgery isn't over yet and you're asking for someone to enter already, what do you mean by that?"

long, she cooled down and said coldly, "You're just being rude! If anything happens to your Grandpa, I won't let her off! A

hands on his hips as he stood by the side. His eyes were cold

been shut

figure emerged from

Ying asked first. She didn't look like she genuinely wanted to know how Old Master Wei was doing. Rather, she seemed like she couldn't wait to deal

her expression and stepped forward. He

straight towards Wei Mingxuan and said in a tired but relaxed

Lu clenched her fist. A look of

her ears. She mumbled, "How could he be conscious so

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wrung her hands,

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couldn't be bothered with her, however. With that, she took a glass jar from her pocket