He had not run for a long time. Zhou Heng felt some pain in his lungs and the blood in his body was heating up. After running, he put his hands on his knees and panted.
Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao quickly went up to him and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Xiaoling handed him water. "Here, have some water."
Old Wu coughed. "He's already gone up the mountain and into the fields. He's not so delicate?"
Delicate. That was in the past. Now, Zhou Heng was just an ordinary farmer's child. He knew everything. So what if he ran around? He could not be delicate.
Zhou Heng smiled and said, "Third Uncle, Third Aunt, I'm fine. Don't worry."
He took the water from Su Xiaoling and said softly, "Thank you, Xiaoling—"
His legs hurt and he almost choked on the water. He looked down and saw Su Xiaolu hitting his legs with a small hammer. Zhou Heng was puzzled. "Xiaolu, what are you doing?"
