"Old Mrs. An is flattering me too much."
Bai Yan, though puzzled in his heart, still responded with a polite smile.
"Bai Yan?!"
Boss Wang, hearing the familiar voice, looked up and hurriedly called out, "Well, well, Brother Bai actually came too!"
Boss Wang bowed his head with a grin, "Mr. An, take a look at who has come."
"I know, Bai Yan, that stinky boy my granddaughter keeps thinking about."
The old man in bed spoke with a feeble voice, yet his words still carried a hint of authority, "Everyone, step aside and let the kid come here."
The crowd obediently dispersed, even the doctors stepped away, and Bai Yan quickly walked to the bedside.
"Mr. An."
Bai Yan said softly, looking at the Mr. An on the bed whose face was covered in wrinkles and breath was extremely weak, shrouded with the aura of imminent demise; it was clear to anyone that this was an old man whose days were numbered.
