Zhang Fan stared wide-eyed at Xiao Qi, feeling a million thoughts racing through his mind. Was she supposed to be his child bride?
Zhang Fan didn't say a word. He lowered his head, washed the medicine pot, put the herbs in, and started brewing the medicine.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaoyuan also finished getting dressed and sat dazed on the recliner in the courtyard.
When she thought of the slight pain in her chest, her face turned red involuntarily.
She turned her head, looking at Zhang Fan brewing medicine in the kitchen, her eyes began to sparkle.
Half an hour later, Zhang Fan came out of the kitchen with the medicine.
"Dad, it's time to drink the medicine," Zhang Fan called out as he walked towards the guest room.
Xiao Qi and Zhang Yuanlin stopped talking and laughing, watching Zhang Fan with puzzled expressions.
Could this little guy really heal Zhang Dongyang's hand?
