Nan Qiao rushed back and heard the conversation between the two, completely dumbfounded.
The more these people get together, the more hilarious they are?
Mo Shaolin noticed Nan Qiao coming in and waved excitedly.
"Sister-in-law, you're finally here. If you didn't come, I'd be in big trouble!"
Nan Shan held a bottle of medicine and ran to Nan Qiao's side.
"Master, I wanted to apply the medicine on him so he'd get better quickly, but he refused and even tried to hit me."
Nan Shan was in pain: "Master, he pushed me!"
Mo Shaolin: ??
"Hey, you little brat, it was you who wanted to push me. Look at how you've messed up my clothes, I'm in a terrible state!"
Mo Shaolin threw off the blanket, and his clothes left Nan Qiao speechless.
Mo Shaolin's long-sleeved shirt was torn to a slant, and there were two holes on his stomach.
Nan Qiao: "…"
Mo Shaolin felt ridiculed and his mood turned gloomy.
"Sister-in-law, stop laughing, please."
Nan Qiao stifled her laughter.