But Song Jingwan's words really did get people thinking.
"Really?"
"What illness does the old gentleman have? Does it just look scary but it's actually nothing?"
"Even her sister said this. It must be real..."
"Oh, does that mean she was using an elderly person to gain attention? Quick, look, someone's taking photos!"
"So that's what happened. Tsk, tsk, tsk, the moral degeneration in this world is getting worse..."
Song Yaoyao didn't care about being suspected. She had a clear conscience. Probably due to the fact that she had grown up with a bad heart, she had always been mentally strong.
Song Jingwan's lips curved upwards in secret as she approached Song Yaoyao's side.
She furrowed her brows and apologized to the old man lying on the ground, "Sorry Sir, my sister doesn't know any better. Did she hurt you? Don't worry, if you feel unwell in any way, we are willing to take responsibility."
