A week later, Gu Lingling's vacation was over, and she had to return to Qin City.
Yang Yunhai's leg injury from before had also healed, and he was able to slowly start walking again.
"Alright, stop looking, or you'll become a wishing stone," Zheng Xiangjun teased Yang Yunhai, patting him on the shoulder. "Get well soon, so your grandpa and I can hold our great-grandchild early."
Yang Yunhai didn't say a word, silently supporting himself against the wall to return to his bed.
But Zheng Xiangjun could still tell he was embarrassed from his reddened ears.
This kid is becoming more and more down-to-earth now.
In this regard, Zheng Xiangjun was very pleased with Gu Lingling. No matter what, she made her grandson lively, no longer as cold as before.
"How's it coming along now?" Mr. Yang asked with a concerned look inside the hospital room.
