In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,"Xiaowei, I just can't understand. What kind of love potion did Zhou give you He said to divorce, and you divorced",Leaning against the door frame, Zhou Yang's gaze was fixed on the woman!。