When Cheng Shishi walked into the hospital room, everyone was busy for Bai Yiran. Cheng Shishi stood awkwardly in the middle, wanting to help but not knowing what she could do.
"Where's your mom?" Grandma asked.
Cheng Shishi felt a block in her heart. Ever since her mom and dad's relationship turned sour, grandma's attitude toward her mom also worsened.
"My mom... my mom..." Cheng Shishi's eyes darted about, "My mom said that giving birth is too taxing on my sister, so she went home to make soup for her."
Hearing Cheng Shishi say this, grandma's expression finally softened, "Hm, at least she still acts like an elder. Give her a call and tell her she doesn't need to make the soup. Just have her buy the ingredients, and I'll make it! Besides, your sister had a cesarean section; she can't eat anything for a while."
"Oh, got it." Seeing that grandma didn't say anything further, Cheng Shishi finally felt relieved.
