The next day when Zhao Tiezhu woke up, he Hui had already gone to work, but his father was sitting on the sofa playing with dumbbells.

After washing, Zhao Tiezhu came to He Hui's father to have a chat.

"Uncle, you're still used to living here!"

"Habit, Habit!"

He Hui's father laughed and said that his face was much better than before in the hospital.

"That's good. Let He Hui tell me if you need anything. I often go to Hunan and bring it to you when I come back!"

I don't know if they were all born poor. Zhao Tiezhu and He Hui's father were not at all restrained...