Xia Chuyi realized something was wrong with Mrs. Ou.
"Lady, are you okay?" Xia Chuyi asked with immediate concern and reached out to support Mrs. Ou, who was starting to collapse.
Quickly, Xia Chuyi noticed that Mrs. Ou's complexion had turned very pale, and her lips visibly purpled rapidly.
Mrs. Ou's hand tightly pressed against her heart area, her eyes fixated on Xia Chuyi as she opened her mouth, attempting to say something.
But the more anxious she became, the less she was able to speak.
However, Mrs. Ou clutched Xia Chuyi's hand and never let go.
Her grip even tightened, fearful that if she let go, Xia Chuyi would disappear.
Meanwhile, tears welled up in the corners of Mrs. Ou's eyes.
"Lady, are you in a lot of pain? Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" Seeing Mrs. Ou like this, Xia Chuyi became immediately anxious, "Lady, do you have any medicine with you?"
"Where is your medicine?"
