His wife was in such a state, yet this rascal was still here grinning from ear to ear.
A weight was instantly lifted from Old Fang's shoulders.
Clearly, based on his understanding of his son, the rascal must have known his mother was fine.
Otherwise, there was no way the rascal would be sitting here so calmly, joking with him.
He walked over with a sense of resignation, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and grumbled,
"You punk, you never give me a moment's peace. Look at the time! I still have a meeting this morning. Never mind, I have to go. Your mother is in your hands now."
After he finished speaking, Lao Fang stood up to leave, but Fang Chenyi quickly stopped him.
'It's not that I can't take care of Mom. The main issue is that Dad hasn't been modified yet. I have so much to do. If I don't get this done today, who knows how long it'll be delayed.'
