"Go... go!" Mrs. Zhang finally felt a bit calmer, but she started causing trouble again.
She pointed at Jing Min, spitting as she angrily cursed, "I... don't... don't want... to see you... get out... get out..."
"Mom!" Zhang Jundian's face darkened as he sternly looked at Mrs. Zhang, "You go on like this, and it won't be long before you're gone!"
"Get out... get out..." Mrs. Zhang glared at Jing Min, and more saliva dribbled from her mouth that Zhang Jundian had just wiped clean.
Seeing her like this, Jing Min felt genuinely sad and touched for her.
She put down the food and said to Zhang Jundian, "The chicken soup is very tasty, it's from the orchard. I asked Tang Huai, and she said people who had strokes could drink chicken soup. It's nutritious, you should feed your mother."
Finally, Jing Min looked at Zhang Jundian with concern, "Adian, you've been here all night, why don't you go back and rest?"
