Women are inherently soft, but as mothers, they become strong.
Given the circumstances at the time, if Fu Juan completely fell apart, An Lan's fate would have been even worse than hers. Even for her child's sake, Fu Juan could not afford to collapse, let alone be crushed so badly that she'd end up hospitalized for over a decade.
After all, the An Group back then was entirely established by Fu Juan herself. Her abilities were undeniable. Romantic entanglements were never her necessities but merely her coping mechanisms. Because of this, Fu Juan's inability to recover to her normal state after childbirth seemed rather suspicious.
"I understand what you mean, but this batch of medicine must have been left by my mother as evidence. When did you get hold of it? And when exactly did you start suspecting that my mother's death wasn't ordinary?" An Lan's voice suddenly deepened, her sharp gaze landing on Xiao Yihe.
