"Sister Hongxiu and her father have always had a good relationship. If she knew her father was sick, who knows how upset she would be."
Wen Jinjin held two nearly identical herbs in her hands, almost crushed into pulp. She couldn't think of a better solution.
"How upset would she be, Madam?"
Wen Jinjin was startled by the voice and turned to see Jin Qiao.
"Jin Qiao, why aren't you with Sister Wang Han, why come to me? Is someone sick?"
Wen Jinjin muttered continuously before, unaware whether Jin Qiao heard her.
"Madam asked me to bring some fruits over. She said you seemed distracted and looked unwell when you left. These fruits can help calm the mind."
Jin Qiao carried a basket of fresh fruits. Wen Jinjin thought her leaving didn't draw attention, but evidently, it did.
"Sister Wang Han is thoughtful, please thank your Madam for me."
Wen Jinjin accepted the fruits and instructed Jin Qiao.
