Wen Yaozu reached out for the apple, snapped it in half, leaned back on the sofa, and lowered his gaze. "On account of you getting me this apple, I'll reward you with half."
The apples had been brought back by Yu Qing, who washed them and put them on the table.
As a guest, Xiao Chuan was too shy to take one. Wen Yaozu saw this; as far as he was concerned, his sister's house was his house. If he wanted to eat something, he would, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Thanks, Boss!"
Xu Jinghe lowered his eyes. 'No need to get involved in children's nicknames,' he thought, then asked in a calm voice, "How did Jingyuan get injured?"
"On a mission."
"Is it serious?" Xu Jinghe pressed.
The Xu Family wasn't what it used to be. After the older generation passed away, many of their connections in the military district had faded. Now a businessman, it was even harder for him to ask the higher-ups about a regimental-level officer.
"He'll be out of the hospital in a few days."
