Qin Long leaned on his crutch, his tone utterly serious. "None of that is important. I just want you to get back to normal and be able to take care of yourself. That way, I can relax a little too."
Tang Xuewu sighed helplessly, appearing somewhat despondent.
Qin Long said no more and quietly stroked Tang Xuewu's hair, etching her thoughts into his heart.
After settling him in his room with some food and water, Tang Xuewu returned to her company. Meanwhile, Qin Long watched the distant sky in silence, lost in thought.
He was alone at home. Both Tang Xuewu and her father, Tang De, worked at the Tang family's enterprise. Zhang Meilan is probably at the mahjong parlor again, having the time of her life. A cleaner hired by the Tang family handled the household trash.
"Well, well, you stupid cripple. What are you thinking about?" a voice suddenly broke the silence.
