"Little Seven is recovering very well. Don't even mention how happy he is. After so many years, he can suddenly stand up. I think it's hard for us to comprehend this feeling." Second brother Chu Jing's lips were slightly curled. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.
After hearing her second brother Chu Jing's reply, Chu Ning heaved a sigh of relief. She did not have anything to worry about. Mr. Chu, who was busy in the kitchen, came out when he heard the commotion in the living room.
There were beads of sweat on his face. Perhaps it was because the kitchen was too small and warm, but Mr. Chu's face was red, as though he had drank too much.
"Xiao Ning, do you have anything on tonight?" Mr. Chu asked expectantly yet carefully.
