Lin Qianqian stepped forward and immediately asked, "Uncle, are you... really all right now?"
Old Master Zhang opened his eyes again and glanced at her.
"Qianqian, your uncle is much better, my body doesn't hurt much anymore."
Old Master Zhang said with some effort.
"That's good."
Lin Qianqian nodded, then Old Master Zhang closed his eyes and lay down.
At this time, the Zhang family's house was exceptionally quiet.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Xueying and Lin Qianqian exchanged a few glances, then Zhang Xueying pulled Lin Qianqian to Chen Yang.
"Chen Yang, I'm really sorry, my cousin was just worried about my dad, she didn't mean any harm."
Zhang Xueying apologized to Chen Yang, pulling Lin Qianqian along.
Chen Yang had an unchanged expression, looking at Lin Qianqian indifferently without saying a word.
Lin Qianqian's face looked strained, her teeth clenched tightly.
From her expression, it seemed she was extremely conflicted.
