*
Mother ning called the doctor over and examined ning Qing's condition. She didn't reveal anything other than telling her to rest.
Ning Qing had wanted to ask her about her memory, but her father had entered the house right on time, so she had not managed to ask.
Looking at her father, who had aged a lot, ning Qing lay on the bed, her eyes shallow.
"Dad," he said.
Ning chengfeng heard her but didn't respond.
"Old ning, why are you still pulling a long face when you're here to see your daughter?" mother ning rebuked.
Only then did ning chengfeng look at ning Qing, his expression ugly.
"Don't you have eyes when you're walking on your own? you're always making me worry."
Ning Qing lowered her eyes.
Mother ning walked to his side and struck him with her palm.
"What are you saying? your daughter is already in this state, yet you don't care about her and blame her? Who can stop such a natural or man-made disaster?"
