Seeing her face become increasingly painful, Song Tingfan's expression changed, panicking and at a loss, his hand raised in midair, wanting to touch but afraid, he asked anxiously, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
In his heart, he was extremely fearful, worried that he might lose his sister-in-law too.
Song Qin, although not fond of Lin Qiao, her granddaughter-in-law, knew only she could care for her grandson, and worriedly said, "Tingyi's wife, what's the matter with you? Are you possessed?"
Upon hearing the word "possessed," Lin Qiao couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows. Just as she was about to react, her body suddenly rose into the air, startling her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around something, and then she was face to face with a handsome young chin.
She had wrapped her arms around the antagonist's neck.
"..."
She had actually been picked up by the antagonist.
It was her head that hurt, not her legs, right?
