Ning Xia waved the written critique in front of Sister Wu, crying out, "Sister Wu, how can you wrongly accuse me like this, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"You... you..." Sister Wu's chest heaved violently, her finger pointing at her, too angry to speak.
Ning Xia strode over in a few steps, took Sister Wu's hand with deep affection, and said, "You also think you've misunderstood me, right? It's okay, I forgive you."
"I... I..."
"There's no need to blame yourself, really, I know you're getting on in years, Sister Wu, and your mind is bound to get muddled, but don't worry, there's a cure for brain damage!"
"We must adhere to the principle of never giving up or abandoning, and I believe you can definitely cure your brain damage!"
Clutching her fist, Ning Xia said to Sister Wu, "Go for it, Sister Wu!"
