Ye Zimo looked at Xia Yihan's back as he walked away. His face was even more shocked. It seemed that he had to get better quickly, otherwise he would not catch up with the little thing.

In order to find a little reading ink, almost all the members of Ye's family went out. Ye pushed his wheelchair into the garden and took out his mobile phone to call out the people from Base 1 and Base 3.

The second son came not far from the leaf ink. "Master," cried respectfully.

"Call me Mr. Ye here, and when will my legs be ready?"

This is what Ye Zimo is most concerned...