After leaving the An's House, Xiao Linshuang didn't say a word, but she didn't look like someone with nothing to say.
Lin Yuan gathered her thoughts and smiled, touching her head: "What's wrong? You seem preoccupied?"
Xiao Linshuang lifted her bright eyes and looked at Lin Yuan: "Big Sister, why did that sister Qinqin suddenly go crazy?"
Qinqin?
That must be the ten-year-old maid who was with An Yueyue.
Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment, feeling that she shouldn't tell her about it, yet she was at a loss for how to explain it.
Seeing Lin Yuan's hesitation, Xiao Linshuang pursed her lips slightly and shook her head: "So Big Sister you don't know either? Sigh, that sister Qinqin is really pitiful. If she could be kept alive with medicine, perhaps there could be some improvement, but she's just a maid, and who knows whether she'll ever recover."
