Now Granny Qiao was critically ill, and his wife might miscarry, but he didn't even have the money to send someone to the hospital.
My mother-in-law was right, what kind of a person am I to even have the face to live?!
Just as Qiao Zhenbang wallowed in self-loathing and self-denial, someone had already rushed over in a mule cart.
Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly busied themselves with laying out bedding and carrying people.
Granny Qiao and He Tiantian were carefully placed in the cart, while Mr. Jiao, Mrs. Jiao, Mr. Qiao, Qiao Zhenbang, and others followed closely alongside at a brisk pace.
On the way, passing by a hillside, Qiao Zhenbang suddenly remembered the memories of his "previous life" and worried that his dad might fall down the slope.
Yet when he carefully watched Mr. Qiao, no accident happened.
