Zhang Guoqing rode his bicycle, with Zhou Jiao sitting sideways on the back, the two wheels spinning swiftly on the street, not delaying their conversation at all.
"...So, we don't know Old Sir Zuo at all; would it be rude to visit him suddenly?"
"No, he'd be too happy to see us. There aren't many in all of Beijing who can have my wife over at their place."
Zhou Jiao smiled warmly. Her man really knows how to talk!
"I get a bit anxious when it comes to the general hospital. This place is really not favorable to us."
"That time was just an accident, I have no trauma, why are you scared? You should be thinking about how many people still remember it. Someone might demand compensation."
"It happened over eight hundred years ago; how could it be possible?"
—No joke, someone really did demand compensation.
They hadn't even entered the hospital gate when Yang Qun saw Zhang Guoqing and his wife riding like a blazing wheel on the bicycle.
