Ding Fan bent down and picked up Ding Yu, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, and said, "Let's go back to find your mother."

"No, I don't want to go back. You are my dad, my real dad. I don't want my mom. She always beats me."

"Be good and don't make trouble, otherwise, don't blame me for knocking you out."

Seeing the indifference in his father's eyes, Ding Yu was so scared that he dared not speak.

When Ling Ran returned to Zhou's house, Doctor Cao had already given Zhou Xiang an acupuncture injection on his waist.

"Doctor Cao, is my wife's back pain serious?"

"She needs to stay in bed for two days. During these two days, I will come and give her an acupuncture. She will be able to get out of bed on the third day. A week will be enough."

"Where's her hand? Have you seen it?"

"It's just a superficial wound. Lu Jing has already bandaged it. It's okay. Don't worry about it."

Zhou Xiang lay on the bed, his clothes lifted to his waist, with more than a dozen silver needles stuck in his waist. Five children surrounded the bed.

"Mom, does it hurt? Let me blow it for you."

"Mom, don't worry. Next time we see Ding Yu, we'll beat him up together."

"Auntie, when you were educating us, you said we didn't have eyes in the back of our heads. How come you don't have eyes in the back of your head?"

"Hey! Brat, you dare to teach your aunt a lesson?"

Zhou Yan's eyes were still filled with tears. He was terrified when he heard that his aunt was injured. After the bad doctor came and gave him an injection, his aunt relaxed her frown. His pounding heart finally calmed down, and he was in the mood to lecture his aunt.

"Of course, adults only say it, but it's wrong. You have to do it."

"Yes, I was wrong. Next time, I will always look back."

"What about the front?"

"I can't take care of it. My eyes are focused on the back, so I don't care about the front."

"Aunt is fooling people again."