Ye Leng'an didn't say anything else. She merely gave Auntie Zhuang an indifferent glance before she stood up and went upstairs.
After Auntie Zhuang dragged herself into her room, she involuntarily slid to the floor. Although Ye Leng'an was young, she didn't dare to underestimate her. She already felt a strong pressure when Ye Leng'an just sat there quietly. Especially when Ye Leng'an fell silent, she was more nervous. She wondered if this was the noble bearing of a rich lady.
Looking back on it, she still felt stressed. Her back was filmed with perspiration.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Li Qiaomeng was shocked by Auntie Zhuang's haggard expression. She quickly went forward and helped Auntie Zhuang up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." With Li Qiaomeng's help, Auntie Zhuang managed to stand up. She went to the bedside and sat down. "I just feel that my legs are a little weak and I can hardly stand."
