"How is that possible?"
Mother Jing's face had just turned slightly better when she heard Jing Qian's voice once again.
"If Xiao Lu were to be in a life-threatening situation and had been admitted to the hospital, I would ask for help from grandfather or the Third Young Master so that we could get her the best doctor."
"Ahhh! You… You are cursing Xiao Lu!"
Jing Lu, who was beside her, had once again put on her sad, pitiful face, as if she was about to cry.
Jing Qian then put an innocent look on her face and protested, "I wasn't cursing her! You were the one who asked if I would take care of Xiao Lu if it was a life-threatening situation. I know that her condition isn't that severe, but it may still be dangerous if she doesn't take good care of herself. Didn't I just say that I would be asking for help from the Zhan family?"
"YOU!!!!"
