Xiaoguo slowed the donkey cart so she could hear the conversations going on behind her.
"What did they mean by her brother being hurt?"
Xiaoguo frowned, feeling a little anxious. She increased the speed of her whip.
The donkey cart soon arrived at the entrance of the Qin residence. Xiaoguo tied up the donkey and opened the two dilapidated doors, holding on to Zhuang Zhuang's hand.
Before she had gotten through the door, she heard a cough coming from inside the house.
Xiaoguo's heart tightened. She took two quick steps and pushed the door open. "Brother!" she called out nervously.
Qin Anming suddenly heard Xiaoguo's voice and was in a daze. He thought that he was hearing things.
Qin Anming came back to his senses and continued to reach for the glass of water on the table. He was seated on the bed and stretched bit by bit, in order to reach for the glass. He was almost going to touch it!
