After the meal, Li Shengxia brought her father for rehabilitation.
He slowly learned to walk. Although it was difficult, he got better and better.
"Shengxia, I saw you in a magazine a few days ago. You're a famous designer now. Do your best."
"Yes, I will, Dad. Right, Dad…I'm currently working in another country. I'll transfer you there so that I can take care of you often."
"There's no need. I've taken good care of Chen Chen. You have your own career to work for, so you don't have to worry about me. When I recover, I'll naturally be discharged and look for you."
"But…"
"It's alright. I'm fine."
Mo Nianchen tugged at Li Shengxia and said in a low voice,""I'll arrange for Uncle's matters."
Li Shengxia looked up at Mo Nianchen and finally said,""Thank you."
She still hoped that she could take care of her father herself. After all, she had not been filial to him all these years.
At this moment…
