"Haha" laughed.

He doubled over with laughter.

Lao Qiu's wife looked at him and smiled inexplicably.

"Interesting, so interesting, old lady, how old are you this year?" Zhao Yilin asked, holding back a smile.

"78 years old."

"How old is Lao Wang?"

"Lao Wang? Which Lao Wang? Whose surname is Lao Wang?"

"You ask me? It's that Lao Wang."

The old woman thought for a while and seemed to remember, "Lao Wang is 56 years old this year."

"Lao Wang is 56? Are you 78? Lao Wang's taste is quite strong."

The old woman shook her head and looked at Zhao Yilin inexplicably.

Seeing Zhao Yilin's jokes getting more and more outrageous, Liu Muqiao said quickly: "Don't believe him, he's talking nonsense. Let me ask you, did the old man next door to you also have a stroke?"

"Yes, I've had a stroke for many years," the old woman said.

"You've had a stroke for many years at the age of 56?" Zhao Yilin asked.

"No, why is he 56 years old? He is 80 years old, and his surname is not Wang." said the old woman.

Liu Miqiao was really worried that his son would understand, so he quickly said: "When you go back this time, bring more medicine and give one to the patient next door. Your old man cannot reduce the dosage of medicine. He must take two pills every day."
Chapter completed!