The next second, the old lady was stunned.

After all, a broken window is too obvious.

"This this……"

The old lady's eyes widened, "Why is this window broken?"

"weekly."

Mr. Zhou's face darkened, "Did you smash it?"

When my son loses his temper, he throws things around and accidentally hits the window glass.

He rubbed his forehead.

He clearly felt that his son's mood had become much more stable.

Why did you start breaking things again?

Is he still a child?

When things don't go as he wants, he loses his temper.

Do you look a little adult?

…

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhou Mingbao suddenly turned around.

He was already close to the edge of the bed, and because of his excessive movements, his body tilted and he was about to fall to the ground.

"weekly!"

The old lady was shocked.

"careful!"

Mr. Zhou took a few steps forward and reached out to grab Zhou Mingbao's arm.

Zhou Mingbao himself also reached out and grabbed the bed rail, finally steadying his body that was about to fall.

…

"Zhouzhou, are you okay?"

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and trotted forward.

He looked his son up and down with a worried expression, "Did your leg get pulled?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Reckless!"

Mr. Zhou scolded him.

He helped his son back to lie down in the center of the hospital bed.

"How old are you?"

"Can't you be more steady when doing things?"

…

Zhou Mingbao leaned on the raised bed board.

"I didn't smash it."

But it answered Mr. Zhou’s previous question.

"Didn't you smash it?"

To be honest, Mr. Zhou was a little skeptical.

"You didn't smash it. How could this perfectly good glass break?"

The old lady also looked puzzled.

Yes, she had closed this window before.

At that time, she didn't see any sign that the glass was about to break.

…

"I really didn't smash it."

Zhou Mingbao's face turned a little pale.

The flushing caused by the previous cough has almost subsided.

Mr. Zhou and his wife didn't think much about it.

I thought my son looked ugly because he almost fell out of bed and was frightened.

…

"There was a lightning strike just now."

Zhou Mingbao told the truth this time, "It almost hit me."

"……ah?"

The two elders looked at each other, and then made hesitant sounds of uncertainty.

"A lightning struck in?"

"A thunder almost hit you?"

"Really?"

…

"Why did I lie to you?"

Zhou Mingbao became angry, "I still think it's fake."

Being struck by lightning or something...

They thought he liked it.

He felt embarrassed even saying it,

Because the timing of the thunder falling was so coincidental.

Each time it was when he complained about the guy who hit him.

It’s impossible not to think too much about it.

…

Mr. Zhou and the old lady walked to the window.

The wind howled.

Raindrops hit their faces in confusion.

They looked outside.

The sky was dark. I don't know if it was because of the dense dark clouds. The sky at this time made people feel a little low, giving off a somewhat depressing feeling.

"Just now……"

The old lady turned to look at Mr. Zhou, "Did you hear thunder?"

Mr. Zhou frowned, looking like he was trying to remember.

"like……"

"……Did not notice."

The old man smiled bitterly.

"There certainly wasn't one on my way here."

"It was only getting a little darker at that time."

"Later...when we arrived at the hospital..."

"Maybe we were indoors, or we happened to be in the elevator when there was thunder..."

"So you didn't hear it?"

Mr. Zhou made a conjecture.

"Well."

The old lady thought for a moment and then said with a somewhat surprised look, "It's very possible."

"But this thunder is too evil."

"Why are you hacking into the house?"

The old lady looked surprised.

She still felt a little unconvinced in her heart.
To be continued...