After school that day, Lu Yutian finally took the time to visit the hospital.
Xiaoyang greeted her in the corridor, giving a brief update on the old man's condition.
"Miss Yutian, the old man just had his eye stitches removed yesterday. The doctor said his vision has recovered to ninety percent. He's in a great mood and has been cheerful all day."
Lu Yutian, however, wore a gloomy expression and responded indifferently with a simple "Mm."
"The eldest master, the madam, and the young master all came by earlier in the day. They chatted about some family matters and mentioned you."
Lu Yutian's heels came to a halt. "What did they say about me?"
"They said that both you and Lu Mian are in the Elite Class now," Xiaoyang answered truthfully.
Lu Yutian did not want to hear this name. She was only interested in knowing how her uncle and aunt perceived her—what her standing was in their hearts.
"What else did they say about me?" She had no desire to hear anything related to Lu Mian.
