A sudden warmth touched his cheek, and Song Tingfan abruptly looked up, the woman's slightly upturned brows and eyes filled his vision, rendering everything else invisible.
The reprimand that had just slipped out made Lin Qiao's heart skip a beat. Was her tone too stern? Would it leave any psychological shadow on the villain?
Salvage.
She reached out to touch his bruised area, looking as if she wanted to see how serious the injury was, and asked with a voice filled with obvious concern, "Uncle, does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. Not at all." Song Tingfan grinned widely, his teeth neat and white.
His sister-in-law was concerned about him.
Finally, Zhou Ping had someone throw the people from the gambling den out of the village and emphasized to the villagers that if they found anyone causing trouble from the gambling den, they should chase them away.
At the Lin Family
