Xue Lan did not leave, but followed behind Chen Ma, asking:
"Have the Young Master and Young Mistress gotten up?"
Chen Ma's busy movements paused for a moment, and said:
"The Young Master and Young Mistress are still in the auxiliary building. The Young Mistress was unconscious last night. Dr. Shen said that she had a moderate concussion. I don't know if she has woken up yet."
Moderate concussion?
Xue Lan sneered in her heart.
That foxy lady just loved to make a fuss about nothing. When her son came back, she put on a show, intending to accuse her.
As Xue Lan thought so in her heart, she did not dare to say it out loud. Instead, she said to Chen Ma:
"Chen Ma, you saw it last night too. I didn't push Mo Mo down the stairs on purpose. If the Young Master asks about it, you must help me testify."
Chen Ma's actions stopped again, raising her eyes to see the uneasiness in Xue Lan's eyes. She sighed and said helplessly:
