The old lady looked at her and smiled without saying a word.
But Lin Zishuang was anxious. She clutched the medicine bottle, "Grandma, you go out first."
After she spoke, she strode out.
To describe her as fleeing in panic was not an exaggeration at all.
Lin Zishuang hurried back to her room, locked the door, and wondered why her grandmother had suddenly asked that question.
But surely, her grandmother must have known that it was Feng Tianyou who had bandaged her wound, which is why she had misunderstood.
In any case, it was impossible; she wasn't her aunt and would absolutely not follow in her aunt's footsteps.
Feng Tianyou would soon leave the Ling tribe, and everything would return to normal before long.
In the evening, Lin Zishuang made the excuse of needing rest and didn't even eat dinner.
Feng Tianyou was somewhat worried when he saw that Lin Zishuang hadn't come out for the meal. Could there be some issue with her wound?
