Fang Pingying gave him a displeased sideways glance, then, shouting to Fang Xiu who had remained rooted to the spot, probably also startled, said, "Xiu'er, you go back to the shop. If the weather isn't good in the next few days, I won't come over. You and Hong Lan watch the shop properly."
"Okay, Big Sister, I got it." Fang Xiu nodded her head, her worried eyes fixed on Fang Pingying.
She probably thought that with Luo Zhiyong's face turning so dark just now, there was no telling whether he might drag Fang Pingying back and give her a beating.
In their countryside, it was commonplace for husbands to quarrel with their wives and beat them.
After saying goodbye to Fang Xiu, Fang Pingying turned around, not paying any heed to Luo Zhiyong behind her, and headed for the bus stop on her own.
