Nan Qiao said, "I came to you because I want to ask if there's been anything unusual happening in your family recently."
Du Qianqian said, "My grandmother is in a coma—that's already quite unusual."
"Du Qianqian, if I go visit your grandmother now, your uncle's family would probably kick me out, wouldn't they?"
"How do you know my grandmother is at home and not in the hospital for treatment?" Du Qianqian's eyes widened, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy.
Could Nan Qiao be on her uncle's side?
"Put away your suspicions. I don't know your uncle. As the saying goes, familiarity breeds sentiment. I know you, but not your uncle. Even if I'm going to help someone, it would certainly be you."
Du Qianqian still seemed doubtful, so Nan Qiao explained, "Given your uncle's desire to seize power, there's no way he'd send your grandmother to the hospital. Keeping her at home ensures his peace of mind."