Du Jiayi was the one who was really worried about Mrs. Qin's fall. Du Jiayi's face turned pale. She couldn't care less about her thin high heels and hurriedly ran over to help Mrs. Qin. "Aunt, are you alright? Are you alright?"
Realizing that she couldn't stand up on her own, Mrs. Qin held Du Jiayi's hand and wanted to stand up. Soone on her right ca over with a faint sll of perfu and held Mrs. Qin firmly.
Ye Jian, who was about to help Mrs. Qin up, saw this and glanced at the face of the woman who was holding Mrs. Qin. Her features were similar to Qin Xiu's.
The woman was very similar to Qin Xiu. She had short hair, and she only wore an earring on one side of her ear.
There was also a nimble and heroic spirit on her. She was wearing a won's casual suit with grayish-white stripes. Even though she was squatting down right now, one could tell that she was a slender woman.
There was a cara with a professional lens beside her feet. It looked like it was expensive. She had casually placed such an expensive cara on the ground. With a frown on her face, she placed all her attention on Mrs. Qin.
Since she resembled Qin Xiu, Ye Jian figured there was no need for her to go over and help Mrs. Qin. Seeing that she had nothing to do, Ye Jian quickly disappeared into the crowd with her luggage.
Mrs. Qin, who was trying her best to maintain her image, was overjoyed. She turned her head and looked at the woman who had walked over.
The first thing she saw was her tanned skin. Before the joy on Mrs. Qin's face could completely surface, her expression went back to its original coldness.
"Mom, how many tis have I reminded you to stop wearing high heels now that you're old? You were even chasing after soone. Do you still think you're young? Did you hurt yourself badly?"
The person who ca was only concerned about whether her mother had fallen or not. She didn't pay much attention to the change in Mrs. Qin's expression.
Du Jiayi recognized the woman who was holding Mrs. Qin. She was Qin Xiu's biological sister, the famous photographer, Qin Ying. She was a woman who lived like a man. No one could tell that she was a noblewoman.
That was true. A woman who ran around with a pile of cara equipnt every day wouldn't have the image of a rich lady. She ran around all day and didn't have the ti to care about her image.
"Miss Qin Ying, you're here."
Du Jiayi said happily. Then, she said nervously, "Miss Qin Ying, let's quickly help Aunt to the side. I think Aunt is in pain. Let's send her to the hospital for a check just to be safe."
Qin Ying brushed her hair away from her forehead and looked up at the young woman who was speaking. She was fair-skinned, beautiful, and elegant. She spoke naturally too. There was no such cousin among her relatives. That ant that…
"Mom, you're really amazing. You brought your daughter-in-law candidate to Grandpa's birthday. Aren't you afraid of angering Qin Xiu so much that he'll sever his mother-son relationship with you?"
As soon as Qin Ying opened her mouth, Mrs. Qin was so angry that her hands trembled. It was said that daughters were more worriso than sons, but when it ca to Qin Ying…
"If you continue, I'll cut off our mother-daughter relationship first!"
Mrs. Qin glared at her daughter. Only her unfilial daughter would dare to talk to her like this. The mont she opened her mouth, she would anger her until she had to be sent to the hospital.
Qin Ying wasn't afraid. She replied, "Thank you in advance, then!"
"You!" Mrs. Qin, who was angered again, turned ashen. She took a deep breath and turned to Du Jiayi with a bitter smile. "I'm just old. There's no big issue. I'll be fine after resting for a while. Help over…"
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