The man was about to move when a figure blocked them.

At first glance, it was Yang Ruoqing.

"Mom, dad, if you want to go into the house, I won't stop you."

"But I'm worried that my grandma will get angry if she sees you, which will be worse for her condition."

Originally, Tan's illness was partly due to Old Yangtou yelling at him.

The other half was in conflict with their third room.

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Yang Huazhong stopped in his tracks.

"My daughter is right, Qing'er, we'd better not enter the house, just wait at the door," Yang Huazhong said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and helped Yang Huazhong stand under the window of the east room.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was afraid that her father would be tired after standing for a long time.

He went over and pushed the wheelchair over.

"Qing'er, you take Da'an back first. You haven't had breakfast yet, so you need to fill your stomach first."

Mrs. Sun warned Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said yes and pulled Daan back to her room.

I packed a bowl of dumplings for both my brothers. Except for Xiao An, who was young and naive, they ate them with gusto.

Neither she nor Daan was in the mood to eat.

Da'an frowned, looking worried.

"Sister, can my milk be cured?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the guilt in his eyes.

Sighing secretly.

He is also a kind child.

"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Don't worry, my life is tough," she said.

Daan lowered his head, "That's good."

Watching Daan pulling the dumplings with chopsticks, he frowned.
Chapter completed!