The fabric around the old lady's knee was surprisingly torn, revealing a shocking patch of skin with scattered wounds seeping red blood.
Xia Yueqing was genuinely frightened, stepping to the other side to support the old lady. "Did you accidentally fall? How did you end up like this?"
This was Xia Yueqing's instinctive guess.
The driver beside her shook his head in denial and told Xia Yueqing, "Second Madam, the old lady went to Baohua Temple to pray for a peace charm, these injuries are from kneeling."
Unexpectedly, the driver suddenly chimed in, and the old lady couldn't stop him at all.
Once the driver finished speaking, she huffed with annoyance. "Who told you to speak nonsense? No one asked you!"
The driver immediately lowered his head, looking contrite.
"Praying for a peace charm at Baohua Temple? Mom, did you go at dawn?" Xia Yueqing took a deep breath.
Baohua Temple is a very famous temple, with countless pilgrims, which she knew.
