"Ah?"
The old lady froze.
This was the first time since her son had been hospitalized that he'd told her to go home and get some rest.
Her son... really was acting strangely.
Her son's leg was broken, so he could only lie in bed.
Just like before, he couldn't even close a window by himself.
Without someone there to look after him, it'd be very inconvenient if he needed to do anything.
Perhaps the old lady's astonished expression was too obvious. Zhou Mingbao looked at her, puzzled and impatient. "What?"
"If I'm telling you to go home and rest, then go home and rest."
"I want to be alone."
"But it wouldn't be convenient if something happened while you were by yourself."
Although the old lady didn't understand why her son had suddenly become so considerate, she disagreed with his suggestion. "I'm staying here."
"I won't make a sound while you rest."
"If you need anything, just call me."
Zhou Mingbao's expression darkened. He was just about to lose his temper, but then he remembered the lightning strike and forcibly swallowed the shout that had been about to burst out of him. In the end, he mumbled, "...Do whatever you want."
He lowered his bed a little and closed his eyes.
Smiling, the old lady tucked the blanket around her son, then sat down on the sofa opposite his bed.
After watching the lump beneath the covers for a while, she slowly closed her eyes too.
During this time, Old Zhou had been running around everywhere and was exhausted. She'd been anxious at home, and looking after her son hadn't been easy either.
Especially after her son's leg was broken. His temper had gotten worse, making him even harder to deal with.
Zhou Mingbao slowly