"Mom, don't think too much. I didn't kick Qiu Yun very hard. It's not easy for them to sue me!"
Zuo Qing halted. She half-believed her words, "Really?"
Zuo Weiyi forced a laugh and nodded. "Yes."
She didn't believe that just a kick would land her in prison?
Zuo Qing looked at her, still worried.
"Alright, don't move, I'll nurse your wound." She dragged her mother to the couch and carefully cleaned her wounds.
Zuo Qing felt uneasy the whole afternoon and kept pacing in the living hall.
"Mom, it's getting dark, don't you want to prepare dinner?" Looking at her worried mother, Zuo Weiyi reminded her, but her actual intention was to distract her from thinking about the incident with Qiu Yun.
Upon hearing this, Zuo Qing noticed that it was really getting dark.
"Oh, I've forgotten. I'll go and prepare dinner now." She walked into the kitchen absent-mindedly.
