Su Ningyan nodded, "Thank you, Aunt Liu."
Da Bao tugged at Su Ningyan's sleeve, "Mom, how is Dad now? Can I go see him later? If it weren't for saving me, Dad wouldn't have gotten hurt by the falling rocks."
After saying this, Da Bao lowered his head guiltily.
Su Ningyan listened to Da Bao's words, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.
That man had even lied to her, saying it was an accidental collision.
At the time, she had thought—how could a collision end up injuring both legs like that?
Looking at Da Bao's expression, she gently ruffled his hair, "Da Bao, don't worry. You can visit Dad anytime you want. Dad will be fine; he just needs some time to recover."
These kids, like Xiao Bao, are so mature and sensible.
Sometimes, their precociousness makes her heart ache.
After a while, Su Ningyan and Sister Hao brought breakfast upstairs.
Su Ningyan was experienced in taking care of Zhuo Junyue.
