And then, one after another, voices rang out, with even someone asking, "Is the child alive or dead?"
"Alive, alive."
"So the child isn't dead after all? Then why such a big fuss."
"Aiyo, tormenting people like this, it's already the middle of the night, will we even be able to work tomorrow?"
...
Some people cursed and went straight back to the village, while a few who were better acquainted followed Qian Manchuan to the third wife of the Qian family's place.
Before the crowd even reached the courtyard entrance, Qian Yeejin, Lady Wu, and Qian Manxia, who had heard the news, were already rushing out, crying. Their eyes were red like peaches as they staggered out with disheveled hair, hugging Qian Yixiu and bursting into tears. It almost knocked Qian Manchuan, who was already holding Qian Yixiu, off his feet.
"Wuwu… You dead child, where did you run off to? If something happened to you, how could your granny live…"
