Lu Zhanguo combed Xiaobei's hair with his hand, silently and intermittently.
Seeing Lu Zhanguo avoiding the topic, Xiaobei suddenly lay flat, looked at Lu Zhanguo and asked, "Are you keeping something from me?"
Lu Zhanguo switched to stroking her face, gently saying with his fingers, "I'm not hiding anything from you. Mo Wang is doing well, the doctor is a Chinese medicine practitiioner. You know, there are many diseases that Western medicine can't cure, but Chinese medicine can. Perhaps that's why."
Xiaobei seemed somewhat skeptical and sighed, "As long as Mo Wang is fine in the future, that's all that matters."
Lu Zhanguo gently kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, he will definitely be alright."
"Are you going to be in trouble this time? I vaguely heard Zhang Lijun and Liu Hongbing talking about you the other day." Xiaobei was finally transferring her worries to Lu Zhanguo.
