Zhang Wei still refused to say what he was really thinking and only said aggrievedly to Qiao Mei, "Elder sister… you're hurting me…"
Qiao Mei quickly let go of Zhang Wei's shoulder. She did not use much strength, so how could it hurt?
Could it be that what she meant by not using much strength was different from what ordinary people meant?
"Oh, oh, oh! I forgot! I'm sorry, Xiao Wei. But why are you crying?" Qiao Mei asked as she massaged Zhang Wei's shoulder.
"I'm not crying… Uncle Chen Hu said that a man can bleed or sweat but not cry," Zhang Wei said with his head lowered.
"Our Xiao Wei is such a capable boy. Then what's that on your face? Is it your sweat?" Qiao Mei teased.
Qiao Mei knew that Zhang Wei must have come around because of Li Gui. She was in the courtyard in the afternoon and Auntie Dong's voice was almost as loud as someone using the loudspeakers in the village.
If she still could not hear it, she must be deaf.
