Shang Lu held his little niece Shang Qi, feeling both like crying and laughing.
In nearly thirty years of his life, he had already made plans for the rest of it.
Unexpectedly, this mysterious illness actually 'self-healed'.
Shang Lu looked at his little niece with reddened eyes, trembling fingers poking her face again and again.
Mostly because he didn't dare to touch for too long, fearing the illness might strike again.
Then, the little girl in his arms was taken away by a pair of big hands descending from above.
Shang Lu looked up in dissatisfaction, within his view, Shang Yu encircled Shang Qi with one hand, glancing at him with full pressure.
Nearby, Shang Zonghai stood still, focusing on Shang Lu, not yet speaking, when his silly son sprang up from the ground.
He Chen, who was observing all along, also raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really recovered?"
