"Don't fuss over my grandma, it's just her chronic illness acting up, and I happen to have brought medicine!" Little Red Riding Hood was truly devoted to her grandmother, always carrying emergency medication in her pocket, just in case.
"She's too old, how can she endure a week of fleeing?" Zhao Dongtao frowned deeply as he looked at the elderly woman's chicken-skin-like face, "Should we think of another way?"
"Let's get through this crisis first," said Teng Yuangxiang, crossing her arms impatiently and tippy-toeing, as Lin Weiguo returned after having killed all the Werewolves that had been pursuing them.
"How is it?" asked Old Soldier with a quick glance.
Little Red Riding Hood took out a white bottle, poured out a blue capsule, and carefully and gently inserted it into the old woman's mouth. Her movements were skillful, clearly something she did often.
