There were three bloody fingers placed in the inconspicuous cardboard box. Song Xiang only took one look and confirmed that they were not pranks, but real human fingers.
She supported the old lady stiffly, and her mouth and hands were trembling slightly.
The smell of blood hits your face, making you nauseous.
Hearing the sound of gasping for air, Song Xiang came back to her senses and found that the old lady looked unhappy and felt a little short of breath.
"Grandma, how are you? I'll take you to the hospital!"
"No... no need."
The old lady slumped down and leaned against the sofa, "There are medicines in the drawer."
Song Xiang understood, followed the old lady's gaze, and quickly opened the drawer. Sure enough, there was a small bottle of medicine.
"Two..."
"good."
She poured two pills out and put them under the old lady's tongue. She had seen this medicine before, and it was the same medicine Chu Xun took when he got sick.
The medicine took effect quickly, and she squatted on the edge to help the old lady breathe.
There was movement in the yard, as if someone was walking in.
"grandmother?"
It's Xiao Sheng's voice.
Song Xiang still put his hand on the old lady's heart. He raised his head and saw Xiao Sheng pushing the door open against the wind and snow.
She was still wearing her uniform, holding something in her arms, and had a smile on her face, but her smile froze the moment she noticed the old lady's condition.
"grandmother!"
"It's okay."
Seeing that she was anxious, Song Xiang quickly said, "I've taken the medicine."
Xiao Sheng looked panicked, glanced at her, and immediately made the old lady lie down and raised her chin.
Song Xiang was watching from the side. She was very skilled in the operation, and she obviously did it a lot.
The old lady should be just a nanny. After the Xiao family's accidents happened one after another, she was the one who accompanied Xiao Sheng. No wonder Xiao Sheng was so nervous.
As time passed, the old lady's condition got better and she was able to sit up.
Xiao Sheng was busy pouring water for her, walked to the edge of the sofa, noticed the express box, walked over and took a look, and his pupils immediately dilated.
She raised her head suddenly and looked sharply at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang was confused, "It was brought in from outside, I..."
Halfway through her words, Xiao Sheng leaned over, took out something from the express box, and showed it to Song Xiang.
It's a small card.
On the card is the printed font - ace.
Song Xiang's face was stiff.
"What's wrong?" The old lady was lying behind the sofa, unable to see the eye contact between them.
Xiao Sheng immediately looked away, put the things in his pocket, and said in a normal tone: "It's nothing."
Song Xiang stood up from the sofa and watched Xiao Sheng bring the water. He did not give the old lady a drink immediately, but waited for the old lady to calm down a bit.
"I'm here to give you New Year's gifts, don't be so... rude." The old lady spoke in a low voice with great effort.
Song Xiang quickly said: "You don't have to think too much, I..."
"Miss Rong, thank you for your trouble."
Xiao Sheng turned his back to Song Xiang and said in an unclear tone, "It's rare for someone to come to our house to give gifts."
Song Xiang's voice stopped for a moment, "It should be."
The atmosphere cooled down, and after a while, there was another movement outside.
Xiao Sheng sneered, "It's really lively today, so many people are applauding me."
"Shengsheng." The old lady pulled her reproachfully.
Xiao Sheng calmed down and put down the water glass.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Enter yourself!" Xiao Sheng rolled his eyes.
Song Xiang touched his nose, walked a little further, and looked out the door.
The door was opened. The man was wearing a white down jacket that reached his knees, with the zipper unzipped. Inside was a delicate vest and suit pants.
There were silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, which shrouded his already gentle face in an elite temperament.