Li Guifen also leaned in for a look, feeling a bit distressed, "Your face is all swollen, Qiao'er, didn't you finish that ointment last time? You should apply some for Tingfan."
"It'll be fine soon." Song Tingfan thought that the medicine was expensive, so he decided not to use it and to save it for his sister-in-law.
It's not that he thinks poorly of his sister-in-law, he's just afraid of any unforeseen situations.
"If you have medicine, use it. It won't hurt as much if you apply it." Li Guifen told Lin Qiao to take him to apply the medicine, then called out towards the door: "Big Han, come and make a fire."
"Coming."
Soon, Lin Han rushed in, unintentionally glanced at Song Tingfan's face, and saw that half of it was red. "Tingfan, who hit you?" While speaking, he instinctively looked at Lin Qiao.
Lin Qiao: "..."
Li Guifen lightly punched him, and after Lin Qiao and the two uncles and nephews left, she explained, "It was his aunt who hit him."
