"The doctor said that Little Seven only needs to have bed rest for about a week, then he will be able to walk freely like a normal person." Chu Huan was still staring at his phone screen, saying this without even raising his head.
"This child, was your brother not a normal person before?" Mrs. Chu, who was tidying up her clothes on the balcony, immediately retorted after hearing Chu Huan's answer.
Chu Huan glanced at the balcony and didn't dare to answer back. He mumbled to himself for a while before continuing, "Dad, why are you so slow? I'm about to starve to death."
"Yes, just as Fourth Brother said, I still have to be on bed rest for a week," Chu Zhang said with some regret.
"It's only a week, Seventh Brother. You've bore with it for so many years, so a few more days won't make a difference." Chu Ning could hear the anxiety in Chu Zhang's voice and immediately tried to coax him.
