"Bobo, what are you saying?" Jiaojiao didn't understand and found her nephew spouting some unintelligible words.
Bobo repeated his words. Seeing that his aunt still didn't get it, he dragged Jiaojiao towards the courtyard.
"I just wanna eat my melon ...." It was, indeed, painful talking to people. It was way better just to eat. A look of worldly weariness appeared on Bobo's little face.
...
Yu Jingting was lying on the roof, dangling a stalk of grass from his mouth, sunbathing with his legs crossed.
Hearing a car sound, he lazily opened his eyes.
A black Jeep drove over. Liu Xi got out from the passenger seat with a dark face. The driver, a man in his thirties, was helping her get a wheelchair out from the trunk. Both of them were struggling to lift Fan Hui onto it.
From Yu Jingting's perspective, he could see the full situation clearly. He chuckled. It seemed that Fan Hui's tailbone injury from the fall was quite serious; he couldn't even stand up without a wheelchair now.
