"Help me!" Lin Feng struggled to support Lin Yueling's weight as she cried out again, her face contorted in pain. Madam Chen rushed to her other side, and together they half-carried, half-dragged her toward the entrance.
Shuyin and Lu Yuze followed at a leisurely pace, watching the frantic scene unfold before them like spectators at a performance. Their expressions were carefully composed, concerned, but not overly so. Helpful, but not intrusive.
"Should we offer the SUV?" Lu Yuze murmured quietly, his voice barely audible. "Ting Fei could drive them."
"No," Shuyin replied, just as softly. Her eyes tracked Lin Yueling's stumbling form, the way Madam Chen's face was twisted with genuine panic. "Let them manage on their own. I want to see how they handle this."
And more importantly, she wanted them gone. Out of the house. Away.
