Su Qiao had not expected her to make such a fuss. She hurriedly pulled her hand down and said, her half-dry hair sticking out in every direction, "It's nothing serious. I'll be fine after one night's rest."
"It's good that you're all right." Seeing this, her father, Su Yaohui, finally relaxed.
"Danie, can you tell us what exactly happened in the mountains?"
Seeing that her daughter was indeed fine, Zhou Lihua felt reassured.
"That's right, Danie. What exactly happened? I heard Xiao Hao say that the mine collapsed. Is that true?"
How could such a large mine have collapsed just like that?
Su Qiao wiped her hair with a cloth and said indifferently, "The mine did collapse. As for the rest, you'd better not know. Sometimes, the more you know, the greater the danger."
If this had not involved other matters and other people, Su Qiao might have told them about it.
But... Thinking that if that man had not possessed even a shred of conscience, she and the old man might already have been silenced by now, Su Qiao abandoned the idea of telling them.
Although Su Yaohui could be considered a scholar and had passed the imperial examination to become a licentiate candidate, he was not even a xiucai, let alone anywhere near the officialdom.
As for Zhou Lihua, she clearly looked like the sort whose mouth could never stay shut. Su Qiao feared that she might accidentally say something outside, bring disaster upon herself, and implicate the whole family.
The Old Su Family was nothing more than a family of ordinary commoners, at the very bottom of this dynasty.
Their lives and deaths were controlled by people with power and influence. Sometimes, whether they lived or died depended on nothing more than another person's passing thought.
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