Song Yan Ning nodded, finished her bread, took two sips of water, and put the water back in her bag.
The middle-aged woman saw that Song Yan Ning wasn't paying attention to her and gave a bitter smile before turning her head away. She must think I'm foolish to be talking to her like this.
"How is he now?" Song Yan Ning looked towards the middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman turned back in surprise, "Are you talking to me?"
Song Yan Ning nodded, "How is your husband's situation now?"
"He's in the hospital receiving treatment. His co-worker phoned me; they said his injuries are quite serious." Worry filled the middle-aged woman's eyes. Knowing her husband was hurt, she had brought all the family's savings and even borrowed some from relatives, managing to gather twenty thousand yuan, but she was uncertain if that would be enough to treat Heizi's leg.
