บท 126: A Reconstituted Family

At the Qi household.

Qi Chongming flipped through the morning paper, lifted the steaming soy milk from the table to his lips, then suddenly paused, turning his head to coldly ask, "How is that boy's recovery progressing?"

The butler, his face clouded with concern, replied, "Not very optimistic. There's no visible injury, and all his internal organs seem intact, yet the young master's complexion shows no improvement. Still, he's better now than when he first returned."

Qi Chongming's expression softened, though his words were still sharp: "He agreed so easily, then came back half-dead. If he's left crippled, I'll have to take care of him."

The butler, having served the Qi family for decades, understood Qi Chongming's tongue-in-cheek nature and smiled, offering him a way out.