"Alright. If it's not comfortable, what could it possibly be?" asked An Shuchao with some nervousness.
"It's most likely a concussion! But don't worry, I don't think it's a big deal."
"That's good then," An Shuchao sighed with relief.
After the cold compress was done, An Hao had An Shuchao lie down on the bed to rest.
There was a noise in the courtyard, and Qin Jian walked out only to find no one there.
He only saw two banknotes pressed under a rock on the doorstep, so he bent over, moved the rock aside, and picked up the money.
Returning to the room, he directly handed the money to An Shuchao: "Found this at the door, it must be for you."
"For me?" An Shuchao was somewhat incredulous. Could the Niu family really be that kind-hearted?
"I think Uncle Niu is still okay. The money is probably from him." Qin Jian felt that among his big family, Uncle Niu was the only one with somewhat decent character.
