Forced by Her Children to Take the Blame, Old Mrs. Ma Reborn in the 70s

In her previous life, Old Mrs. Ma dedicated her all to her children. Unexpectedly, her old man ran off with his ex-wife and their money after committing murder.

Her children then pressured he...

Chapter 70 Zhao Xingjia's work is affected

Only then did Mrs. Zhang look back, but it was too late to dodge and she was bumped by the child.

She fell to the ground, and the child saw that she had hit someone and ran away.

Ma Xiulan quickly pulled her bicycle over and ran to help Zhang Jihua up: "Auntie, how are you? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

When Old Lady Zhang fell, she hit a stone on the roadside and cut her leg. The blood stained her clothes red. Seeing Ma Xiulan's concern for her, her eyes were wet and she shook her head:

"Thank you, girl. I'm not going to the hospital."

Seeing that the wound was indeed quite large, Ma Xiulan couldn't help but advise, "If you don't want to go to the hospital, go to the pharmacy and buy some iodine and ask the salesperson to help you treat it."

Old Mrs. Zhang shook her head: "I have no money. Could you please help me get home?"

Since the old lady said so, Ma Xiu Lan helped the man back and stayed nearby.

Old Mrs. Zhang opened the door. Old Man Zhang heard the noise and asked her what was going on.

Old Mrs. Zhang said with a bitter face: "The naughty grandson of the Wang family next door bumped into me while playing. Forget it. There are more than a dozen people in the Wang family. It's not something we old couple can afford to offend."

"Thank you for taking me home, girl. Come in and have a drink of water."

Ma Xiu Lan saw that the only clothes hanging in the yard were those of the old couple. Combining this with what she had just said, looking at the five bright main rooms and the shed next to them for cooking, were they just the old couple living in such a big house?

Besides, the old lady just said that they have no money. I wonder if they are willing to exchange houses with me?

"Auntie, I have something I want to discuss with you. I have a room on this street that is too small for my family. If you can trade rooms with me, I'm willing to give you some money."

Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. This girl was kind-hearted, and she couldn't harm her.