Jin Muchen hung up the phone and glanced at the kitchen, "Grandpa is coming over."
Jin Lin, who had been groggy until then, looked at him carefully and found him sitting in a wheelchair, his leg wound in plaster and the noodles in his mouth forgotten.
"Dad, what happened to you?"
"I was injured yesterday. I'll be fine soon." Jin Muchen's voice softened.
Su Qiqi gripped her chopsticks tighter, unsure whether she feared her grandfather's visit or if the fear in Jin Lin's voice was what distressed her.
Jin Lin wasn't listening. He was somewhat panicked and showing less maturity than usual. "Dad, wuh wuh wuh."
Although they seemed indifferent to each other on a normal day, and Jin Lin was more mature than most children his age, Su Qiqi could feel Jin Lin's reliance on Jin Muchen, and how his thoughts were exceptionally delicate and sensitive.
Listening to Jin Lin's cry made Su Qiqi's heart ache, and she rushed over to comfort him.
