Lin Zhiyi found Sister Zhou at the main entrance of the supermarket, who was watching the commotion.
"Zhiyi, are you okay? After I was squeezed out, I couldn't squeeze back in," Sister Zhou said as she adjusted her disheveled skirt.
"I'm fine, I went through the side door," Lin Zhiyi explained.
"You're foresighted. Let's hurry back," Sister Zhou said, pulling out her phone to check the time, "Is it almost 1 o'clock? Let's take a cab back. I specifically bought some ribs to make you a soup."
"Let's just eat something simple; no need to go through all that trouble."
Lin Zhiyi felt that Sister Zhou was acting a bit peculiar today.
Not gossiping and being exceptionally thoughtful.
Sister Zhou supported her to the roadside to hail a taxi, murmuring, "We can't be careless, your hand is still injured, you should nourish it well."
Lin Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh and cry, but she followed her into the taxi.