March 24, 20XX (Sunday)
Various Places
Zhao Yang sat on his wheelchair with the most massive frown on his face. One week passed so fast, and now he was in the airport saying a short farewell to Mei Li. Damn it all. He was not going to cry! He was a thirty-three-year-old man, who made a business from scratch, he needs to toughen himself up!
"Remember to take your medicine at the right time. Don't skip it again like before." Mei Li started to lecture him. His mother was at his back holding his wheelchair. His family had decided that he would stay at Zhao Manor so they can watch over him in Mei Li's place against his wishes. He was a thirty-three-year-old man, and he can take care of himself without help.
