When Zhang Guoqing and his family of three returned home, it was already dark. Lin Lishan accompanied Old Mrs. Cheng in the living room, waiting for them. Seeing them return, she didn't ask too many questions, probably assuming they had gone out to handle some matters.
Zhang Guoqing hurriedly greeted them and first took his son for a bath. The hospital was full of germs, plus he was sweaty, and he felt uncomfortable.
In the bathroom, looking at the small handkerchief in his son's grip, Zhang Guoqing chuckled to himself.
"Dad, you have to cherish things!"
Zhang Guoqing patted the little genius, "I'll definitely pay attention next time! Thank you, sweetheart."
Ping'an smiled sweetly and waved his hand, "Luckily, it wasn't stolen. You're better than my grandma; she used to be wasteful. My grandpa said she improved quite a bit under my guidance and is still a good comrade."
