Peng Jiayao was left speechless by Tang Peijun's words.
Agitated and with nothing more to say, Peng Jiayao began coughing again.
Tang Peijun sighed, his face showing all the signs of age and hardship. Oh, when will this old lady's illness ever get completely better?
Tang Peijun turned around, ready to go inside the house.
Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him, like something had fallen with a thud.
He turned around and his face changed colors: "Old lady!"
Ten minutes later—
Tang Huai placed Peng Jiayao's hand back under the quilt.
Seeing that she had finished checking the pulse, Tang Peijun hurried forward to ask, "Tang Huai, how... how is she?"
This was the first time Tang Peijun had seen someone cough until they passed out.
Peng Jiayao had fainted with blood at the corners of her mouth, leaving the helpless Tang Peijun with no choice but to call Tang Huai over.
At this moment, Tang Huai didn't see Peng Jiayao as a mean grandmother; she saw her as a patient.
