"Dad, are you okay?"
Full of concern, Chi Zhenghong approached the hospital bed and asked.
"Not going to die just yet..."
Seeing Chi Zhenghong just annoyed Grandpa Chi, who muttered a sentence and then decided not to bother with him anymore, turning instead to talk to Chi Jingxuan.
Standing to the side, Wang Lin carried a thermal flask, smiling as she stepped forward and said, "Dad, I made you bone soup. Please have some."
Grandpa Chi waved his hand, "Put it there, I've already eaten."
With her expression somewhat sheepish, Wang Lin couldn't help but turn around and shoot Chi Zhenghong a glare.
When she heard that Grandpa Chi had been hospitalized due to a fracture, she had said she would visit the hospital. Chi Zhenghong insisted on her making some soup. Now, not only was the soup of no use, but it also made them seem like they were late and didn't have the two elderly of the Chi family in their hearts.
