Shen Heng thought for a while, drove back, thought again, and decided to head towards Lu Zhanguo's troop.
Before Lu Zhanguo went to sleep, he asked Gu Xiaobei, "What happened to Jiujiu's face?"
"She was hit by her fourth sister-in-law, Li Xianglan. She's a mother herself, how could she hit a child so hard?" Gu Xiaobei muttered softly as he made up the bed.
"How old is her child?" Lu Zhanguo asked uncommonly.
"Around the same age as Chang Yuan's Xiaobao, I guess. But Li Xianglan really dotes on her son. Jiujiu said that the over two pounds of rice that I sent them, they only used a handful to cook porridge, which lasted for one meal. The rest was used to cook porridge for her child. Every time there is good food at home, she locks it away for her son." Gu Xiaobei thought to himself that blood is thicker than water after all.
Lu Zhanguo leaned against the head of the bed, furrowed his brows, seemingly in deep thought.
