Qiao Dongliang had a belly of fire with no outlet to vent. For the time being, he could only be like an invalid who lied in bed without moving. Yet, Ding Jiayi was foolish enough to bump herself against the opening of the gunfire. If Qiao Dongliang did not spit at Ding Jiayi, who else could he spit at?
Qiao Dongliang was silent. Ding Jiayi was unhappy as well. The couple simply remained silent and ignored each other.
In the Qiao's residence, Qiao Zijin was a little surprised when she saw that the person who came back was Qiao Nan.
However, when Qiao Nan was back, she did not ask Qiao Zijin to go to the hospital to keep vigil. Qiao Zijin simply kept quiet. She did not even ask why Ding Jiayi was not back. "Nan Nan, it is already so late, go cook something. Help me wash the clothes too. I'm so tired."
When Qiao Nan was back, Qiao Zijin felt that Qiao Nan should do all the household chores and she could finally rest.
