"Qingzhuo! I heard that Shouxin..."
As the two of them were talking, old madam Lu tottered over with Lu Qinglan supporting her.
After experiencing so much in one night, this old lady, who had been nourished by wealth and honor, also had traces of age. Her hair was disheveled, and she was still wearing the clothes from last night's party. It was rare for her clothes to be disheveled.
Seeing her grandmother like this, Lu Qingzhuo immediately wanted to get out of bed.
"You lie down, you lie down." Old Mrs. Lu pressed her hand against his and walked over to the side of the bed.
She looked at Lu Qingzhuo and then at He Youran, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Youran, are you okay?"
"Grandma, I'm fine," He Youran comforted her. "Shouxin is fine too. He's just a little scared."
She didn't dare to tell Old Madam Lu about Lu Shouxin's injury, but old madam Lu had been through a lot, so she had a rough understanding of the situation.
