Fang Jun's eyes fluttered open as he slowly came to. He froze for a moment, a look of disbelief on his face when he saw Old Mrs. Xu. He tried to sit up and get off the heated brick bed, but immediately sucked in a series of sharp breaths.
Just look at the state of him…
"Did you pull on your wound?" Xu Baimei hurriedly placed her daughter on the heated brick bed and rushed over to touch her husband's leg. "Grandma, just look at what she did to him!"
Old Mrs. Xu shot a look at her good-for-nothing granddaughter. She had no choice but to step forward and carefully reposition her great-granddaughter, whom Xu Baimei had carelessly plopped on the edge of the heated brick bed. "And aren't you still alive and kicking?"
"How can you compare Brother Jun to me…"
Fang Jun held Xu Baimei's hand and squeezed it firmly. "There you go, throwing a fit again. It's not right to talk back to our elders. Grandma, I'm fine. She's just being overly anxious."
