Zhang Xiaomei and Guan Xiaotong hurried over.
Excited, Zhang Dagou hugged Zhang Xiaomei vigorously, causing a stitch from his recent wound to burst open. The pain made Zhang Dagou howl, "Ouch, it kills me."
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?!" Zhang Xiaomei asked urgently.
"The stitch I just had— it burst," Zhang Dagou howled.
"Then no hugs," Zhang Xiaomei said, anxious, but after calming down, she scolded angrily, "You bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you know how worried I was just now?"
"But I'm all right, aren't I?" Zhang Dagou said with a hehehe laugh.
"If something had happened to you, who would I go to?" Zhang Xiaomei glared at him.
"Hehehe…" Zhang Dagou chuckled, "Anyway, you're still young, you could always remarry."
"Hmph, you speak as if I married you!" Zhang Xiaomei snorted coldly, "If something happened to you, I'd just go marry some handsome guy."
