Zhao Chuchu asked with a poker face, "Are you done crying?"
Zhao Guitang and Madam He, who was weeping secretly, drew deep breaths upon hearing that.
Putting down her back basket, Zhao Chuchu sat at the bedside. She then held Zhao Guitang's injured leg and commented, "You have to bear the consequences of your wrongdoings. It doesn't matter whether you were forced or not. It still won't change the fact that you tried to harm me. Since I wounded your legs, we're even now."
"What do you want?" Startled, Zhao Guitang tried to retract his leg instinctively.
"Just to have a closer look," Zhao Chuchu answered casually.
Fumed, Madam He chided, "You are the one who injured his legs! Why do you want to look at them? Are you trying to gloat at our misfortune? Chuchu, be honest with yourself. Did we ever treat you like how they did? Why are you..."
"I'm figuring out how to heal his legs."
Madam He went silent the moment she uttered those words.