Clinic.
Zhang Dahu handed a lunchbox to Feng Wei and said, "Brother Feng, Aunt Feng made you some shredded potatoes today."
The two brothers had been staying at the Feng Family these days, almost taking care of all the household chores, and Aunt Feng even considered adopting them as her godsons.
"Ah, okay." Feng Wei rubbed his belly and glanced at him, "Why are you here so late? Did something happen on the way?"
It was just a casual question, as logically, after yesterday's commotion, the streets should have been calm.
Yet, Zhang Dahu's expression stiffened for a moment.
He twitched the corners of his mouth: "No, nothing happened."
Feng Wei, head bowed eating, did not see his expression change, but Zhou Xu on the other side caught every bit of the lad's expressions.
He glanced at the door, no one was around.
Whistling to Zhang Dahu, Zhou Xu said, "Tell the truth."
