"Why do you always talk so much? Are you just going to ignore it? If you didn't care, why would you get so angry that you'd hit someone with a steel bar?" Jing Juntao's wife shot him a look, raising her voice, and let out a loud burp.
A wave of odor hit, and Jing Juntao wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Why do you keep burping? And it's so strong-smelling."
"I don't know, for this whole week, I've been burping non-stop. Sometimes I feel bloated, and I haven't had a bowel movement in a week." She said.
"Anyway, while we're in K City, let's visit Tang Huai tomorrow." Jing Juntao glanced at her coolly, "It's been a week, and you haven't seen a doctor yet? Do you really think you're made of iron? Don't you know the older you get, the more problems you'll have?"
"It's all left over from when I was young."
