Seeing Zhao Xiufen supporting Lin Tian to stand steadily, looking injured, Zhang Guilan anxiously asked, "Xiufen, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing, I just took a fall."
Zhao Xiufen's face was flushed, and she didn't speak with much confidence.
"Why aren't you more careful when you walk?"
Zhang Guilan chided and looked toward Lin Tian, "It's so late to bring Xiufen home, thank you for your trouble, Xiao Tian."
"No trouble, no trouble." Lin Tian waved his hands repeatedly.
"Come in for a drink of water?" Zhang Guilan asked again.
Lin Tian did want to go inside and sit for a while; perhaps something could happen between him and Zhang Guilan.
But it was almost the middle of the night now; he had to get back early.
So Lin Tian could only reluctantly decline, "It's getting late, I should head home now, Aunt Gui Lan, you should rest early."
After saying that, Lin Tian turned around and ran towards his own home.
