Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami returned and saw Tong Sanlang making a pancake in the kitchen. Qiao Changshun said hurriedly, "Let me do it, let me do it."
"Uncle Changshun, you should go check on Miss Qiao. Dami, come help me with the fire," Tong Sanlang said.
"Right, I'll go check on Xiaomai." Having heard this, Qiao Changshun quickly stepped into the hall.
Qiao Xiaomai was lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed, and her face deathly pale.
She had lost too much blood. Even drinking water from the Spiritual Spring couldn't replenish it, making her look genuinely frail.
"Xiaomai, I was wrong. Don't worry, I will never mention your grandmother in front of you again. I promise I won't," Qiao Changshun sat by the bed, his eyes red and face filled with regret.
Mother and daughter, he's decidedly choosing his daughter now.
Qiao Xiaomai hmm'd, her voice weak. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, she couldn't help but say, "Dad, your leg must be hurting again, right?"