Pei Yiting returned to the room with a stern face, and the old lady was talking to Xia Yueqing.
"Yiting is back." The old lady had the expression of seeing a savior.
Xia Yueqing had been asking why she fainted, and the old lady was a bit overwhelmed because she didn't know either.
"Yiting, have a good chat with Qingqing. I'm going downstairs to check if the soup in the kitchen is ready," the old lady said, and without further ado, she stood up, gave a few instructions, and quickly walked out.
She needed to divert Xia Yueqing's disappointment that her fainting wasn't due to pregnancy.
Her grandson... how could Yiting be so ineffective?
The old lady muttered as she walked, thinking she should start making some nourishing soup for her son from tomorrow.
After the old lady left, the room quieted down significantly.
Xia Yueqing sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, her face still a bit pale.
Pei Yiting handed her a cup of warm water, "Have some water."
