Xu Liangmao was next to Sha Ou when he saw him fall, without a second thought, he instinctively supported his arm.
"Are you alright?" The honest man suspected Sha Ou was infected with the plague. Though worried about contagion, he did not let go.
"Thank you!" Sha Ou was very moved and wanted to speak, but Li Huiwen interrupted him.
"Don't touch him; you'll die." Li Huiwen, who had been following behind, energetically pushed through the crowd and ran over, grabbing Xu Liangmao's arm, trying to pull him away from Sha Ou.
"What are you doing?" The miserable man became angry and placed his hand on her shoulder.
Li Huiwen staggered backward, stabilized herself, and lunged forward again.
"You're an idiot, having suffered for over thirty years without learning a thing," Li Huiwen exclaimed, biting her husband's arm as she saw he wouldn't listen.
"It's my life, not your business!" Xu Liangmao, with significant strength this time, pushed Li Huiwen to the ground.
