Hearing Hu Xiulan's words, all the villagers thought it was too much and began to speak out in blame, "Xiulan, what you said was not right. The doctor said that Old Su's body isn't suffering from anything serious."
"Yes, we're all from the same village. Why wouldn't you hope for Old Su's recovery?"
He Ximei was even more furious, glaring at the opposing party. If looks could kill, Hu Xiulan would have definitely died under He Ximei's gaze.
Hu Xiulan scoffed, "Don't tell me you haven't thought the same thing. Look at the injuries on Old Su; I heard that his tendons flipped over on his hand. And you call that fine? Those were just comforting words from the doctor. Couldn't you tell?"
"Even if my dad can't take care of himself, I don't need my aunt to provide food and drink. Why is my aunt fussing about this for no reason?" Su Xiaofeng had just arrived home to find it in an uproar.
It was clear, likely everyone in the village who was at home had come over.
