When Zhang Xiaoying arrived at Xu Qiaoqiao's home, Xu Qiaoqiao was nagging Liu Fang, "Uncle Liu, didn't I ask you to just sit and not move? I can fetch the water. Didn't Alin say that the wound on your leg isn't healed and you shouldn't touch water? Why are you still carrying water?"
"I was just idle, and I'm not as frail as you think. Your mother has helped me recuperate these days, carrying water is just a trivial matter, in the past I could even lift a coffin… it's nothing." Liu Fang said.
Zhang Xiaoying watched the two of them fight over the bucket, feeling quite speechless.
"Old Liu, why won't you listen to my daughter? The longer it takes for your injury to heal, the longer my daughter has to take care of you. Can't you show her some consideration?" Zhang Xiaoying stepped forward, snatched the bucket with an annoyed expression, and said.
Liu Fang: "..."
