The eldest looks all deflated; ever since she came back from the bathroom she's been like this, not really talking.
When they got to Mr. Yu's place, Mrs. Yu made an excuse about going out for a stroll, took Panpan to walk around the yard, and left the space to Qian and the eldest.
Qian remembered what Mrs. Yu had just said—the old lady was really taking it to heart. She was determined to swagger around with her grandson, let those people see that Panpan's status at home was not what some people imagined, and also take the chance to knock some sense into certain folks. Anyway, even though words don't have legs, once they're out, they'll spread, from one to ten to a hundred.
"Do you want some tea?" the eldest asked Qian.
"Don't bother, just sit and rest. Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible."
"I'm going to get a blood test tomorrow morning, do you want to go with me?" the eldest asked Qian.
"I'm not going, I'm too busy."
