An old man is a shrewd old man.
Li Lanhua and Wang Da'an were scolded away by Aunt Zhao. Ji Xiaoxiao was helped by a kind nurse to clean herself up. As she walked towards the ward, Ji Xiaoxiao said to the nurse, "Is there a telephone around here? My parents don't know I'm in the hospital yet. I want to make a call to them."
Ji Xiaoxiao bit her lip. The nurse was not young either, and it looked like she was married and had children. She was someone's daughter-in-law. The nurse understood Ji Xiaoxiao's behavior. If she was wronged at her husband's family, wouldn't she run back to her parents' home and cry and beg for comfort? That's what she did back then.
The nurse led Ji Xiaoxiao to the phone and then left alone.
The original owner's family was poor and didn't have a telephone, so Ji Xiaoxiao could only call the village chief's house.
"Beep beep..." The call connected quickly.
"Hello, who is it?" A cheerful woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Auntie, it's me, Xiaoxiao, boohoo..." As she spoke, Ji Xiaoxiao burst into tears.
Nine townships and eighteen villages, it's not that big. Zhang Xiaoxiao's mother and the village chief's wife are sisters from the same mother, and they both married into Zhangjia Village.
When Zhang Xiaoxiao married Wang Da'an, she completely forgot her vows. Although this made the people of Zhangjia Village feel disheartened to some extent, they had watched her grow up. When Ji Xiaoxiao cried, Aunt Zhao's heart softened.
Zhang Xiaoxiao tearfully recounted every detail of Wang Da'an and Li Lanhua's affair to Aunt Zhao, infuriating Aunt Zhao, who vowed to teach Wang Da'an and Li Lanhua a lesson.
After speaking with her family, who said that Mr. and Mrs. Zhang would be arriving soon, Ji Xiaoxiao dragged her tired body back to the ward.
Just as Ji Xiaoxiao sat down on the bed, Aunt Zhao asked hesitantly, "Girl, are you alright?"
Ji Xiaoxiao glanced at her coldly, then gritted her teeth and said, "Aunt Zhao, why?"
---Aside---
The night before last, the number of favorites for "Becoming a God" dropped instead of increasing. Do you know how Xiaoming felt at that time?
You bunch of troublesome little devils! If Xiaoming dies young, it will definitely be your fault.
I'm begging you all! Please add this to your favorites, click on it, leave a comment, give me flowers, give me diamonds—basically, I'm begging for everything!
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