"You're actually hitting me for an outsider. Cousin, have you been bewitched by this person? Don't forget that we are family, sharing the same surname. My grandpa and your grandpa are blood relatives. How is your grandpa going to explain to mine about how you're treating us siblings today?" Jin Ling covered her gradually swelling cheek, speaking with a hostile tone.
The originally resting Old Master Jin was also alerted by the commotion at the ball and came out of the lounge. As soon as he stepped into the crowd, he saw Jin Long lying on the ground, unable to make a sound, his wrinkled old face turning pale all of a sudden.
"What's wrong with Xiao Long, why are you all standing here? Hurry and call a doctor," Old Master Jin said to the servants beside him, leaning on his cane.
The servants took the order and immediately made a call to the hospital.
"Xiaoyan, what exactly happened here?" Old Master Jin asked his granddaughter with his sharp eyes honed by time.
