At this moment, Aunt Zhang, who was sleeping in the adjacent bedroom, was also disturbed by the noise and pushed the door open. She saw An Ying's furrowed brows and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, just a bit itchy. I'll have Yinyin go buy some medicine," An Ying replied.
Aunt Zhang looked at the pitch-black outside with a worried expression, "I better go instead."
"Let her go," An Ying said, noticing Aunt Zhang only had a thin coat on, and couldn't help worrying, "Sister Zhang, wear more clothes so you don't catch a cold."
Hearing An Ying's concern, Aunt Zhang showed a troubled expression.
An Ying felt rather helpless.
In the end, it was An Yin who reassured, "Aunt Zhang, it's very close, I'll be back soon."
Aunt Zhang saw the young girl insist, so she nodded, "Take your phone with you, call if there's anything."
"Got it." An Yin nodded and quickly ran outside.
