The man who had his ribs broken by song qingxiao was now in the best corner of the cabin. He was awake, but his face was worse than before.
The woman who had argued with the old Daoist earlier was kneeling beside him, speaking to him in a soft voice. She took a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Aunt Wu and the others were sitting side by side. When they saw song qingxiao and the old Daoist come in, aunt Wu, who was holding her grandson, was about to say something, but the woman snorted first.
"Didn't I tell you to protect the entire ship? Why did you come in now?" She said in a weird tone, "
"As expected, everyone knows how to talk big."
"Shen family's sister-in-law, say less."
Auntie Wu patted her grandson and looked at the pale-faced old Daoist. She couldn't bear to see him like this.
