In the hospital

In the ward, sitting next to Chen Kaiming, Chen Qian held a bowl of steaming porridge. She cooled a spoon of porridge carefully to feed Chen Kaiming.

Instead of being vigorous as before, Chen Kaiming now was weak like an old man with his mouth trembling slightly.

Chen Qian worried about him and said, “Dad, take care of yourself. I’ll deal with the things in the company well.”

“Ahem.” Perhaps Chen Kaiming was choked ...