Lin Qianqiu waited left and right but never saw Yun Ran's tearful gratitude, and couldn't help but frown, "Lin Wanyue, didn't you hear what your father said?"
Yun Ran looked at him with an expression reserved for fools, with a hint of ridicule in her voice, "I heard it, and I think your talk is better than singing! You should go act in a play."
If she guessed correctly, Old Lin was talking about the Haoyan Clinic. At this time, the Haoyan Clinic was notorious, obviously a hot potato, and he wanted to trick her?
Was she the fool? Or was he?
Lin Qianqiu cast an irritated glance at Yun Ran, "Don't be sarcastic! I'll have someone bring you the clinic's land deed and account books in a moment."
"You don't need to be overwhelmed with gratitude, even if you're unworthy, you're still my daughter."
