"All right, stop all that crying and looking so downcast. What, you think I'm not unlucky enough already?" Zhao Hu was already in a lot of pain, worried his father wouldn't wake up, and upset about the house collapsing. His wife's endless crying got on his nerves, and his temper flared, causing Zhao Hu's wife to momentarily stop crying in fear.
"No... It's just, I feel for you, dear."
"All right, enough. Go look after the kids and quickly tidy up the things we've dug out, especially from father and mother's room. Search carefully, make sure nothing's left behind," Zhao Hu said, hinting at something.
"Okay, okay," Zhao Hu's wife quickly nodded, not daring to say more.
On the other side, Zhao Bao was a little more temperate, knowing to comfort his wife with a few words.
"Dear husband..." Zhao Bao's wife looked at her husband with tearful eyes, full of concern.
