Ye Fei certainly didn't tell Lu Dabao the whole truth.
He only let him know a small part; as for the greater part, he naturally used white lies.
"That's great, Feizi! I'm really happy from the bottom of my heart that you and your sister-in-law could recover," Lu Dabao said.
"I... I should have taken good care of you, taken care of Little Ye. But I... I'm sorry! Feizi, I'm really sorry!"
Lu Dabao lowered his head in shame, and tears streamed down his chubby face.
Ye Fei stepped forward and gave him a pat on the chest, "Dabao, what are you talking about? What sorry? I know you've done everything you could to help me. It was bad luck before—nothing you could have changed, and besides, you've had such a heavy burden yourself."
"Right, how is your aunt's health now?"
Ye Fei clearly remembered that in his previous life, shortly after he became paralyzed, Lu Dabao's mother had a car accident that resulted in the amputation of her legs.
