"Hmm, I'll be discharged once I'm all good."
Lu Moqing responded indifferently and went upstairs directly. For some reason, the Old Lady felt that there was a trace of urgency in the back of her grandson as he went upstairs.
In the room, Lu Moqing stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at the monotonous black, white, and gray clothes, his brows furrowing slightly.
If it had been before, he would never have imagined that one day he would stand in front of a wardrobe like a woman, worrying about what to wear, and even thinking about how to dress more handsome and dashing to make his unfeeling wife's eyes light up.
After a long time, he looked at his watch, saw that it was about time, and reluctantly picked out a suit that looked decent to change into. He then went downstairs.
"Where are you going?"
The Old Lady, who was sitting in the living room flipping through the newspaper, asked curiously when she saw her grandson coming down the stairs.
