Hearing the sob in her voice, Song Tingfan wiped his tears and said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, don't cry. I wasn't mad at you; I'm just worried about your leg."
He was at a loss for what to do.
Then he added, trying to comfort her, "Sister-in-law, don't cry. I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I'm sorry..."
For her family, sister-in-law's leg had swollen up, and now he even made her cry. He felt incredibly guilty.
"Sister-in-law, hit me, hit me to let off some steam, just don't cry, you crying... I... I..."
He was not good with words, didn't know how to comfort his sister-in-law.
Lin Qiao glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, seeing his anxious face, and thought she had played her part well enough.
She wiped the corner of her eye, then after a while, looked up and slightly smiled to reassure him, "I'm not crying, won't hit you, be good and go back to your room to sleep."
