"Dad, how did Mom get hit?"
Han Sheng's father looked at his wife, who was asleep, with a face full of heartache, "It's because of you! Your mom heard you sprained your ankle and was going to the market to buy pig's feet to make soup for you!"
Han Sheng: ...
Han Sheng's father looked at his son sitting in a wheelchair and rubbed his forehead in frustration, "How's your leg?"
Han Sheng: "Fractured..."
Han Sheng's father: ...
"You go back. I'll take care of things here. Just make sure you take care of yourself!"
Han Sheng's father waved him away, getting angry at the sight of his unlucky son!
If it weren't for him, how would his wife have been hit!
Han Sheng hung his head and sent a message to his boyfriend, telling him to go home first and that he'd go back later.
"I'll go back after Mom wakes up."
Han Sheng's father listened to his son's words, thought about it, "Alright then, you stay here, I'll go home to get some things."
