Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but be startled.
Before he could respond, Zhu Fang was already impatient.
"Aunt Fang, wait a moment."
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaowei hurriedly stopped Zhu Fang.
Tears once again streamed uncontrollably down Zhu Fang's face as she sobbed with grievance, "I'm really so naive to believe that you wouldn't despise me, such empty words. You, a college graduate, probably never cared for a village woman like me, let alone now that I am still..."
Seeing her cry again, Zhang Xiaowei quickly explained.
"Aunt Fang, look at yourself!"
Zhu Fang was stunned and looked down at herself.
But she found her body was covered in blood, too terrifying to mention.
"I'm sorry, Xiaowei, I've dirtied your clothes," she said.
Zhang Xiaowei waved his hand, took a few steps to the counter, and tore off two or three clean plastic bags.
