Blocked Collaterals Are Like Blocked River Streams

When he returned home, it was already close to dusk. That day, apart from the annoying matter, he had done nothing else.

"How's Senior Jianrong?" when he was home, his mother asked concernedly.

"Mom, how did you know?" Wang Yao heard her. He was surprised; he had told no one in the family and only talked about his own matters.

"I heard it from the villagers," Zhang Xiuying replied. The village was like that. A matter would spread like wildfire, let alone big news like this.

On one hand, Wang Fenghua's family had a good reputation in the village. On the other hand, Wang Jianrong's family, specifically his son's reputation in the village was lousy. In fact, he was shameless. When people in the village heard of the matter, they went to Wang Yao's home and told his mother.

"Nothing much. Some check-ups were done today, and no problems were discovered. He's hospitalized now," Wang Yao commented.