Tang Baoguo and Mrs. Yang were practically trembling from weakness as they walked out of the underground storage room.
They still felt as if they were dreaming.
Mrs. Yang was even pulling on Tang Baoguo: "Husband, pinch me, let me see if it hurts."
Could Tang Baoguo really pinch Mrs. Yang?
He pinched himself instead.
Mrs. Yang cried: "It really doesn't hurt; we must be dreaming."
Anning couldn't help but find it quite amusing.
Tang Baoguo said irritably: "I pinched myself; of course you don't feel pain, but I certainly do."
Anning went over and pinched Mrs. Yang: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts a lot."
Mrs. Yang cried again, this time from the pain.
"Now you know it hurts; this isn't a dream, right?" Anning asked again.
"No, no, it hurts for real."
Mrs. Yang wept tears of joy.
She really wasn't fit to go out at the moment, so Anning waited for Mrs. Yang to calm down before quietly leaving with her and Tang Baoguo.
