Lin Chaoyan was about to flare up when Lin Qingqian spoke first. "Auntie, he's my guest!"
No matter how unhappy Lin Chaoyan was, she couldn't disrespect Lin Qingqian's wishes. In the end, she just glared at Jiang Yanshen and turned to leave the room.
Lin Qingqian immediately took out a clean towel and handed it to him to wipe his face. "Are you alright? I'll go get Grandpa's clothes for you…"
As she turned around, she suddenly felt a force on her wrist. She turned back to look at the owner of the grasp.
Jiang Yanshen looked up at her. "I'm fine. Sit down."
Lin Qingqian frowned and wanted to say something, but he beat her to it. "Does your foot still hurt?"
His dark eyes were filled with worries as they stared at her left foot .
"My foot is fine. You should worry about yourself first. If you don't change your clothes, you're going to freeze to death."
