After Su Zheng heard the doctor's diagnosis, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Su Qian's injuries weren't too serious.
Looking at his youngest son, who was lying on the hospital bed, Su Zheng asked slowly with a dark expression, "Tell me, what exactly happened? Who suddenly hit you, and even so severely?"
Su Shui glanced at Su Zheng and corrected him, "I didn't do it! Qingqing did it."
"…"
Su Zheng glared at his fourth son, who had interrupted him, and said speechlessly, "I know! Can you stop interrupting?"
For some reason, Su Lu suddenly felt that this situation was a little funny. It had been a long time since their brothers and Su Zheng sat down quietly and chatted casually, as though it was a long time ago.
Su Lu retracted his thoughts and turned to look at the pale Su Qian.
