Finally convinced, Yan Xiaye agreed, and Qin Yiren relaxed into a smile.
Watching Yan Xiaye rise with the help of the maid, she hesitantly asked, "Is Old Mr. Qin doing well? I was thinking of visiting, but there seem to be many people there, all looking quite hard to deal with. I didn't dare make conversation."
Such a pitiable statement almost made Yan Xiaye laugh out loud in public.
She held back her laughter, cleared her throat, and once again feigned weakness: "Father is not in serious condition, just elderly and frail, needing bed rest. The doctor just checked on him this morning."
"That's good then."
Qin Yiren didn't notice anything odd about Yan Xiaye, still racking her brain on how to console her: "Since Old Mr. Qin is fine, then you definitely can't afford to be unwell, otherwise it will add to his worries, and he'd end up worrying about you instead."
Worry...?
