Hearing the frantic knocking, Zhang Xiaoshan felt agitated and flustered.
"Forget it, if it's good luck, it's not a disaster, if it's a disaster, I can't avoid it."
Zhang Xiaoshan gritted his teeth and called out to the widow Su outside the door.
"Aunt Xiang Mei, wait a moment, I'll come after I get dressed."
Soon, Zhang Xiaoshan got dressed and opened the wooden door of the infirmary.
He then saw Su Xiangmei standing outside the door.
Today's Su Xiangmei looked somewhat different from usual. She had even put on light makeup, her hair slightly damp as if she had just taken a bath, wearing loose bell-bottom pants, though her pronounced hips were still very eye-catching. She wore a floral shirt, which was oddly missing a button at the chest, seemingly accidental or intentional, revealing the tempting mountains within.
Though middle-aged, her charm was still present.
