At this moment, Song Rong, Song Qin, and Mrs. Fan returned with their baskets on their backs. Usually having nothing much to do, they went into the mountains to find herbs and exchanged them for some silver coins.
Song Qin waved at Lin Qiao, "Why are you standing in the yard? Even though the sun has set, it's still hot. Qiao'er, you quickly go inside, don't faint again."
Last year, when the sun was too strong, she fainted after doing laundry and hanging the clothes.
"Grandma, it's nothing."
Lin Qiao shook her head, guessing it wasn't because of the strong sun, but because the shop was too busy those days, and she couldn't handle it physically.
Hearing that she had fainted before, Song Tingfan quickly grabbed her arm and led her into the main room. Lin Qiao swayed a bit, finding it both funny and exasperating, "It's nothing, really."
