"Mom, what's so good about them?"
Lu Qinger followed her gaze for quite a while before asking, puzzled.
Xia Huiya remained silent, her eyebrows still tightly furrowed as she watched the two of them.
After an uncertain amount of time, Grandma Jiang, who had been sitting in the chair, finally made a move.
She was seen picking up a cup and standing up, seemingly to get some water. Her movements were slow, and she was limping, her left leg dragging as if she truly had some trouble moving.
Xia Huiya stood without moving, waited for a while, and then saw Grandma Jiang limp back and sit down in her original spot, upon which she let out a faint sigh of relief.
It looked as if she truly was injured...
Xia Huiya pondered in her heart, and eventually pulled Lu Qinger away from the French windows.
"Qinger, if you find out they're in contact with Jiang Baobao again, you must tell me right away!"