Sang Qian turned her head, it was Chen Qiurong, and with her came Xiaozhu.
"Mom, why have you come?" Ji Zhiyuan's gaze swept over to Xiaozhu, and he said to her sternly, "You who knows no better, who allowed you to disturb the old lady?"
Xiaozhu, who was timid, trembled in fright and kept her head low, not daring to look at Ji Zhiyuan.
"Someone..."
"Grandma!" Sang Qian shouted loudly, interrupting Ji Zhiyuan's words.
Chen Qiurong, hearing the voice, looked towards Sang Qian, and seeing Ji Chengzhou stand up, thought her eyes were deceiving her. She turned to ask the old servant beside her, "Is Chengzhou standing up?"
The old servant nodded excitedly, "Yes, the Eldest Young Master has stood up."
Chen Qiurong walked quickly toward Ji Chengzhou, her movements both rapid and urgent, nearly stumbling, but the old servant beside her promptly steadied her, "Old Madam, please slow down."
Sang Qian also hurried over, helping to support Chen Qiurong's other arm.
