"Forget it, no need to worry, don't I know him well? He must have gone messing around with those no-good friends again—he's definitely not the one to rely on when it matters most..." Xu Bonian sighed and waved his hand dismissively.
"Jing Feng is still young; it's normal for him to want to have fun. Here, Dad, have some water."
Watching this "heartwarming" display of filial piety, Cui Jizhong, who stood by, silently admired his boss's acting skills.
The young Master Xu Jingfeng, having heard that his father was "not in great danger," was probably about to lose points again...
Xu Jingsong had been waiting all night, probably just for this moment...
"Thump, thump!" Just then, a knocking at the door was heard, Cui Jizhong hurried to answer it.
"Oh Boli, you all right? I rushed here from Hainan as soon as I heard you had an accident. What happened to your hand? Is it serious?"
The door opened, and Xu Bolin and his son entered with looks of concern, quickly striding to the bedside.
