Upon hearing Yue Qingqing's response, Lin Chunju's face turned deathly pale, and her breathing, which had barely steadied, became hurried once again.
Her body wobbled as if about to fall, almost wishing she could just faint.
But she couldn't.
Lin Chunju knew she was the pillar of the family, and if something happened to her, the children at home would be thrown into chaos, and the third child would probably rush back from the city immediately.
She bit her tongue hard, trying to keep herself alert.
"Qingqing, can you find a way to get Grandma back to her room to rest?"
Yue Qingqing nodded her head and gestured for Lin Chunju to bend down.
A small hand gently swept across Grandma's forehead.
Lin Chunju felt much lighter all over, finally able to control her limbs,
The sudden news had nearly destroyed her spirit.
For the first time in many years, Lin Chunju felt a fear that made her sweat cold and unable to stand.