"My baby, are you okay? Let grandma take a look!" Yue Tingyu hurried back, rushing straight to the room of Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu.
She saw Luo Qianqian cracking sunflower seeds and researching tactics.
"Grandma, I'm fine, just feel that not getting hurt is too high-profile, doesn't fit my style." Luo Qianqian quickly took out a blood bag, afraid grandma would worry and raise her blood pressure.
"See, I told you the brat would be fine, you're the one worrying for nothing all the time." Old Master Luo was panting, crystal-clear sweat beads on his forehead, clearly in a hurry to get back.
Luo Xisi and Luo Xihan leaned against the door, panting. It's all nice to hear, but wasn't it the old man who urged them to hurry back and check? Obviously worried, yet denying it with words.
