Zhao Qinfen really hadn't thought too much about it, she was purely anxious for Wang Pandi, as her family had received quite a bit of help from Yang Zhigang, and she was grateful.
Wang Zhaodi, however, looked at Wang Pandi with a bit of contemplation, but she didn't press further, merely expressing concern, "Are you okay now? Do you need to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Wang Pandi paused for a moment, just about to speak, when a voice came from the door, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with my sister?"
"I don't know, you're just in time, hurry in and help me take a look," Yang Zhigang was burning with anxiety, his brow tightly knitted, his whole body tense.
Wang Miaomiao rushed in, and a pungent smell hit her right in the head. Seeing Wang Pandi weakly leaning against the sink, Yang Qingwen was worriedly supporting her, almost about to cry.
