After the commotion, Old Mrs. Qin said as they walked, "Next year, if Qiaoqiao doesn't get into university, we'll look for that doctor-looking guy and have her work as a record keeper."
Li Qiao chuckled, "Sure."
"What's up?" Qin Jin was clueless.
Once Old Mrs. Qin mentioned it, she cheerfully continued on her own, "Qiaoqiao is truly capable."
Qin Jin disagreed, "With her being so timid, what if she gets scared into having some sort of problem?"
Old Mrs. Qin tugged his ear, "I haven't even started on you yet, who told you to report the incident? There are so many people in the village, it's not like they can't do without you, you always butt in whenever there's a little issue."
Qin Jin covered his ear and yelled in pain, Old Mrs. Qin cussed and let go, commanding him to stay away if something happened next time.
...
It was Lame Feng's family's funeral, and the village's young people were invited to help.
