Ye Qian was tightly gripped by her mother on both shoulders, the force so strong that her face contorted, and in Bai Xue's eyes, it seemed her daughter was truly uncomfortable, which made her more worried.
Her voice rose, "Qianqian, quickly tell mom where you feel uncomfortable? We'll go to the hospital right now."
Ye He Ping was ultimately concerned for his daughter, having previously been inattentive, but upon hearing his wife's frantic voice, he also entered the room, glancing at his elder daughter leaning against the door with eyes full of mockery, looking at everything happening before her. His heart skipped a beat, followed by dissatisfaction towards his elder daughter. How could she be indifferent or even treat it like a joke when her little sister was sick?
The little daughter's issues were more pressing; Ye He Ping didn't have spare thoughts to think about this. He strode to his wife's side. "How is it? Should we go to the hospital?"
