657 657 I Don't Have A Grandpa Anymore

After Meng Si left, Tan Rou immediately came over to check Zhuang Liu's palm. "Third Brother, does your hand hurt? Meng Si, that fellow, had stabbed his face so many times that his face was extremely stiff. He must have hurt your hand, right?"

 Zhuang Liu pretended to be in pain. "Rourou, blow on it. As long as you blow on it, it won't hurt anymore."

 Tan Rou acquiesced to his childish behavior. "Alright, I'll blow on your skin."

 "Don't take Meng Si's words to heart. I have nothing to do with her." Zhuang Liu hurriedly distanced himself from Meng Si. He was worried that Tan Rou would misunderstand.

 Tan Rou would not misunderstand him and Meng Si. She knew Meng Si very well, so she would not be angry with Zhuang Liu because of this. Instead, she would feel sorry for Zhuang Liu because of this.