"Dad, any news?" Bi Junxian asked while sipping the chicken soup the male nurse was feeding him.
In the span of two hours, he had asked this question dozens of times, yet he persisted, asking every so often.
Bi Quan replied the same way he had dozens of times before, "Soon, soon, be patient, we'll have news soon."
The male nurse furrowed his brows, feeling like his ears were being worn out.
Damn, what's with this father and son? Repeating the same lines over and over with such patience, could they be this forgetful?
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
Bi Quan and Bi Junxian both looked towards the door, speaking in unison, "Come in."
The door opened, revealing the figure of the butler, Old Lu. From his expression, there didn't seem to be much out of the ordinary.
"You can leave now," Bi Quan said to the male nurse still feeding his son soup.
The male nurse nodded, gathered the spoon and porcelain bowl, picked up the thermos, and left.
