"So you're saying, the person who beat you up is the same person who saved you?" Old Zhao's eyes widened, his voice suddenly sharp as he pressed, "Did you spill everything? Still hiding something?"
What... what did he figure out?
Zhao Chun shivered, weakly pulling a bag out from behind him and stealing a glance at him. "I also took a bag of pig trotters from her house… They're really delicious. She didn't notice. Grandpa, do you want to try?"
Old Zhao wiped his sweat in defeat, turning his head away, unwilling to look at Zhao Chun anymore. Hopeless.
"No matter what, that woman saved you. We must show our gratitude. No amount of goods can repay the kindness of saving a leg. And about the gambling problem you mentioned—outrageous. That has to be dealt with."
"Grandpa," Zhao Chun immediately understood his meaning and looked up anxiously. "Tian Sangsang isn't that kind of person. If you throw money at her, she'll be unhappy."
