In the living room, Ye Ling didn't want to watch her mother's pretentious behavior, so when she stood up to go into the East Room, she gave a pointed reminder, "Mom, my grandmother was working in the fields a few days ago and got sick from exhaustion. When you sent the telegram yesterday, she was seeing a doctor in town. She rushed here by train afterward, and I'm afraid her body can't take it. You better fix her something to eat first, otherwise if she can't help and falls ill, it'll delay you taking care of Ye Qian."
Bai Xue's crying immediately quieted down. She looked up with resentment, "Lingzi, if you hate me so much, hate me, but don't blame your sister. She's sick now, and we don't even know if it can be cured."
"Sis, you can blame me, not Dad and Mom. They're just worried about my illness." Ye Qian's eyes reddened, and she wisely relented, "Mom, hurry and make some food for Grandma."
Ye Ling smirked coldly and turned to go inside.
