"You don't have to worry about the money. You'll be a huge help to me if you recuperate now."
After Old Madam Wang finished speaking, she did not care what Wang Chuangui thought. She turned around and left the house to welcome Little Ah Yu.
Wang Chuangui looked at Old Madam Wang's back and swallowed the words in his heart. He actually wanted to tell his mother that he seemed to have some feeling in his legs in the past few days.
But he did not know if he was hallucinating.
But if not for this pair of legs, their family would not be in so much debt. Moreover, there was still the huge sum of money owed by his parents.
With one less worker in the family, there was one less person to earn money, and one more person to hold them back. Their lives were especially difficult.
"It's been five years, what are you still hoping for!" Wang Chuangui suddenly punched his leg.
In the next moment, his expression stiffened.
"Hiss—it hurts!"
