Chen Zhibin felt warm energy surge through his body as if he was embracing a heater upon hearing Jiang Yao's concern. He knew that the sergeant had asked his wife to look after them on his behalf, but she would not be so attentive and care for them if she were not genuinely sincere nor kind.
"I know, don't worry. I'll go home tomorrow to clean the house. The doctor said that my mom's condition has been improving day by day. I'm going to cook for her myself when she wakes up, so I'll take care of myself."
A big and sturdy man like Chen Zhibin was nodding his head vigorously and making a promise to Jiang Yao obediently like a three-year-old boy. His response made Jiang Yao grin and chuckle in amusement. This man standing in front of her was older than her, but there she was, chiding and persuading him like an old woman.
Jiang Yao left after a short while. When she was going down the stairs, she saw the director come running toward her so she stood there waiting.