For most people, home is a safe haven, and the embrace of family is a haven for all emotions.

But for some, the most painful experience comes from those closest to them.

They know you best, and they know how to poke your weakness the most.

Yang Qian yelled and hung up the phone without waiting for Shen Fanyin to reply, obviously, even if Shen Fanyin really had serious things, she couldn't take care of it.

Shen Fanyin's brows were tightly locked, and fine sweat broke out in the palm of his hand holding the phone.

Jing Zeheng caught a glimpse of the change in her expression, slowly parked the car in a temporary parking space on the side of the road, turned sideways and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Shen Fanyin suddenly thought of something, grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Brother, my mother, the old lady Yang they went to visit today, is it Yang Qian's grandmother?"

Jing Zeheng frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "The only person who can be worth visiting the four of them in Ancheng is Yang Qian's family."

Shen Fanyin didn't hesitate any longer, and directly dialed Shen Xin's phone.

Shen Xin didn't answer, so she called Jing Yao.

When the phone was about to hang up automatically, Jing Yao connected: "Hey, Yinyin, what's wrong?"

The noise on his side was very similar to the voice on Yang Qian's phone, and Shen Fanyin's heart was even higher.

"Uncle Jing," she asked, swallowing, "Where are you now?" Can you tell me?"

"This ......" Jing Yao hesitated for a moment and replied, "I was visiting an elder in the hospital, is there anything wrong with you?"

Jing Yao stayed away from the noise, and Shen Fanyin couldn't hear those insults.

Shen Fanyin unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and there was no time to hesitate, she chose to tell calmly: "Uncle Jing, Yang Qian is also here, right?"

"Yes," Jing Yao sensed something was wrong, "how do you know her?"

He went to the doctor just now, but he didn't hear Yang Qian shouting Shen Fanyin's name into his mobile phone.

In Yu Jingyao's opinion, Yang Qian and Shen Fanyin should be two parallel lines, and the problem girl of the Yang family can't get involved with his good daughter no matter what.

"Uncle Jing, I don't have time to explain too much, it's just that shallow is really not what they say," Shen Fanyin made a decision in his heart, and his speed of speech was a little faster, "If you can, please take care of her for me, I'll be there soon."

Jing Yao was silent for a while, and after reporting the name of the hospital, he said, "Okay, I will take care of her, you take your time, don't be too anxious on the road, pay attention to safety."

"Hmm! Thank you, Uncle Jing."

Shen Fanyin hung up the phone and hurriedly said to Jing Zeheng, "Brother, send me over."

"Okay."

On the way, Shen Fanyin frowned, and her restless appearance made Jing Zeheng's heart rise too.

Seeing that it was only a kilometer away from the hospital, Jing Zeheng suddenly said, "Fanyin, there is no one I can't protect in Anseong, you can do whatever you want, and I'll take care of it for you."

Shen Fanyin was slightly stunned and looked sideways at him.

Jing Zeheng held the steering wheel, his expression was very flat, as if he was just talking to her about the weather.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and said softly, "Brother, Yang Qian is really not what they say."

"I believe it." Jing Zeheng nodded yes, "Don't be in a hurry to explain to me, if you want to talk about it when you have free time, just tell me."

He believes. didn't believe in Yang Qian, he just believed in Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin looked at him and nodded slightly.

He always reassured her, made her willing to believe every word he said, and made her take off her armor and hide behind him.

Parked the car, Jing Zeheng and Shen Fanyin entered the hospital together.

The old lady of the Yang family was in the ICU, and she heard the low sobs in the corridor from afar.

Shen Fanyin saw Yang Qian in the crowd who was protected by Yan Ya and Shen Xin at a glance, her maverick dress was really eye-catching, and Shen Fanyin couldn't see it.

I don't know what Jing Yao did, the Yang family and Yang Qian stood opposite each other, the Chu River and the Han Realm were lined up on both sides, and no one continued to abuse and drive people away, although they still stared at Yang Qian viciously.

Those poisonous snake-like eyes, as if they were not looking at a little girl in her twenties, but a demon who would seduce the soul and ask for her life.

Shen Fanyin ran quickly, and the sound of hurried footsteps attracted a group of people to look at her.

She didn't bother with the others, so she ran directly to Yang Qian's side, dragged her behind her, glanced at the Yang family coldly, and then turned her head and asked Yang Qian, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Shen Fanyin see that Yang Qian's fair face was actually imprinted with a red slap print. Maybe the beater had too long nails and three blood marks on his red and swollen face.

Her brow furrowed even tighter, and her voice rose an octave, "Who hit it?"

Yang Qian was obviously very irritable, and when she saw Shen Fanyin, she didn't have a good face, but instead wrinkled her brows and asked her, "Why are you here?"

"You care about me?" Shen Fanyin instinctively replied, and then looked at the ward behind the glass curtain wall, "Is your grandmother sick?"

"Hmm." Yang Qian leaned against the wall, looked at her, and said, "I want to come and see."

Her words succeeded in igniting a woman's anger: "You're here to see my mother? You're here to kill you! If it weren't for you, would my mother be hospitalized?"

"Huh." The corners of Yang Qian's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he looked at Shen Fanyin.

There was no superfluous expression on her face, but Shen Fanyin understood her thoughts.

She patted Yang Qian's shoulder, looked at her red and swollen face and scolded, "You're just going to cross with me, right?"

Yang Qian took out a piece of bubble gum from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, and accepted it all without changing his face.

Maybe the injury was too painful, and her chewing bubble gum was a little sluggish.

Shen Fanyin glared at her and looked back at the Yang family who were blocking the door of the ward.

Her gaze crossed the angry faces, and finally landed on the person standing on the very edge.

Yang Chuchu.

Yang Chuchu was also looking at Shen Fanyin.

Colliding with Shen Fanyin's gaze, Yang Chuchu shook his head at her gently, signaling her to leave this matter alone.

Shen Fanyin's gaze swept over her, as if he didn't know her at all.

She took a step forward and stared at a woman who was no more than thirty years old with a platinum bag and delicate makeup, her gaze slowly dropped, staring at her long nails and asking, "You hit her?"

The woman directly rolled her eyes at Shen Fanyin, and said disdainfully, "What about me? I'm her mother, and I can't teach her a lesson yet?"

She frowned and looked at the skirt on Shen Fanyin's body, and sneered, "Where did the wild girl come out? Dare to make a big deal out of it here."

Her eyes seemed to be on the top of her head, and she didn't see the cold faces of the four people on the side at all, let alone the cold eyes of Jing Zeheng who was standing not far away.

Shen Fanyin didn't answer, and he didn't look at the others.

She walked slowly towards the woman, her expression flat and her breathing steady, not showing the slightest threat.

Standing still in front of the woman, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped her firmly in the face. jj.br>

"Smack!"

Crisp voices echoed through the quiet corridors.

The woman was beaten to the ground, but fortunately someone around her helped her not to fall.

She covered her face and looked at Shen Fanyin in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?"

"How fresh, I've been beaten, and I asked if I dare?" The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth rose, and a sneer rose, "Moreover, aunt, Yang Qian's mother passed away fifteen years ago, which family are you climbing?"

The woman's throat made a low sound, as if angry and resentful. Her carefully coiled bun at the back of her head was beaten loosely, and a few strands of black hair obscured her face. She stared at Shen Fanyin with ghostly eyes, and the corners of her mouth were cracked and stained with blood. She straightened up with a hideous face and stretched out her hand towards Shen Fanyin.

"If you dare to touch her, I guarantee that the Yang family will die before Old Madam Yang."

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Chapter 240: Don't Mess Around and Read for Free.