"Yiyi, what are you doing upstairs for so long without coming down? Are you bothered by this old lady?!" Shu Xiuzhen approached with a beaming smile on her face.
Her smile was so kindly that it made one feel guilty for even thinking of being annoyed with her.
"Not at all, Grandma, I was just feeling a bit unwell and rested in the guest room for a while," Bei Yiyi said, scratching her head and explaining awkwardly.
Suddenly—
Shu Xiuzhen turned her head and shouted urgently at Quan Che who was downstairs playing with the Little Demon King, "Third, Yiyi is feeling unwell, hurry and take her to the hospital to get checked out!"
Bei Yiyi: "..."
Wu Yao: "..."
Quan Che: "..."
"Third, what are you dawdling for? Get upstairs quickly and help Yiyi down!!" Shu Xiuzhen's voice was so urgent, it was as if Bei Yiyi had contracted a terminal illness.
