Mo Shenbai naturally stayed by Xu Youyou's side.
Outside the hall.
Old Madam Lin was dressed in a dark qipao, and her hair was neatly tied up. She looked far less energetic than usual, and her fatigue could be seen with the naked eye. As soon as she saw Xu Youyou, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes. Her tone was one of concern as she said, "Youyou, are you alright? I know you must be very sad about your grandmother's passing. However, a person can't be resurrected. Even if you're grieving, you have to take care of yourself."
At this time, Xu Youyou was no longer as respectful or close to Old Madam Lin. She only said calmly, "I'm fine. Is there anything you need?"
Old Madam Lin was stunned. How could she not notice Xu Youyou's estrangement and coldness? She could not control her expression as she asked, "Now that things have come to this, you're no longer willing to call me Grandma Lin?"
