Aunt Zhang Qiaolan rushed to the old lady's bedside as soon as she came in and burst into tears, "Mom, what happened to you? How did it come to this? If anything bad happens to you, what are we supposed to do? Mom, do you know how worried we are about you, especially Feifei? Feifei has been fasting for several days already. She said if Grandma isn't well, she doesn't want to live either."
Qin Youbei was particularly speechless.
"Grandma is fine now, so what are you crying about? You've just made a perfectly good mood turn irritated," "Grandma is alright, there's no need for this..."
Really, one would think something had happened to Grandma?
Zhang Qiaolan glared fiercely at Qin Youbei, her expression one of grief-stricken fury, "What are all of you doing, allowing Mom to have such a mishap..." Then she rushed over, attempting to grasp her mother's hand, looking utterly heartbroken, "Mom, they simply can't take care of you. Come home with me. Come stay at my place."
