"Tsk, Anan, you're hurt. You have to take care of yourself. Look at you. Your face is pale. My heart aches for you." As Guo Yuehua spoke, she reached out to wipe the sweat off Mu Anan's forehead.
The look on her face as if Mu Anan was her daughter almost made Mu Anan recoil.
Mu Anan avoided Guo Yuehua's touch.
The driver had already handed over her crutches.
Since it was not convenient to use a wheelchair in Hillside Yard, Mu Anan asked him not to bring it along.
Moreover, she was almost fully recovered now, and her mobility was not as bad as it was at the beginning.
"This is Anan, right?"
Just as Mu Anan stood up with her crutches, Mu Caijie sat down and said.
His voice was warm and pleasant to the ears.
Mu Anan looked at him and greeted him politely, "Uncle."
