After Zhou Jiao firmly made Zhang Guoqing finish eating, she immediately told him to sleep and rest, then she went out holding the child. Standing at the gate and looking at the old house not far away, she felt a bit embarrassed to go there—what a shame just now.
After waiting for a moment, sure enough, Mother Zhang came over, and she waved excitedly.
Facing Mother Zhang's teasing gaze, Zhou Jiao quickly pulled her into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Zhou Jiao, with wide-open eyes, held Ping'an in her arms. The mother and son were both staring at Mother Zhang, waiting for her to speak.
Mother Zhang patted her grandson's head; the expressions of this mother and son were really similar. She laughed, "Didn't you ask Xiao Wu? Do you think he'd dare tell you the truth now?"
"I saw he was too tired, so I let him sleep first. Mom, he didn't put himself in danger to save someone, did he? Is he internally injured?"
