It was clearly a bit difficult for Zhou SiLang to simply bite the bullet, mainly because he had taken quite a serious fall. Since it had rained the day before, the ground beneath the wild grass was slippery. He had been arguing with someone and turned his head back; when they chased after him, in a rush, he tried to take a shortcut and make a big leap.
But before he could jump, he slipped and slid down on his buttocks.
Luckily for him, it would have been far worse if he had actually jumped and then fallen.
Zhou SiLang himself was quite shaken, but the pain in his buttocks and waist was also hard to forget.
Ms.Fang brought some medicinal liquor over and saw that one sibling was sprawled on the bed and the other hiding behind the door, speaking from a distance.
After checking on the Young Master, she then asked Manbao, "Why don't you go in?"
Manbao seized the opportunity to tattle: "Silang will hit me."
Ms.Fang glared at Zhou SiLang.
