"Dad, I'm back!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Tienan returned home and found his father awake, exercising his stiff legs in the living room.

"Oh, where have you been? You smell like women's perfume. Could it be you have a girlfriend?"

Zhao Liwei sniffed and slowly asked.

Even though he's this sick, his nose is surprisingly sharp.

He can smell it from so far away, impressive!

But if he finds out this perfume is from his ex-girlfriend, his dad could probably kick his butt until it blooms.

Just a moment ago, Zhao Tienan said Zhou Wenting was no good, encouraging his dad to kick her out, and the next moment he hooked up with Zhou Wenting. This feels too much like a conspiracy.

"No, nothing like that, just went out to wander around a bit."

"By the way, you must be hungry, right? I'll go cook for you right now!"

Zhao Tienan laughed, rubbed his nose, quickly changed the subject, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Forget it, don't bother."

"I've been eating too bland these days, my mouth is about to grow a bird, why don't you take me out to eat, I'll pay."

Zhao Liwei immediately stopped Zhao Tienan and said very seriously.

"Oh come on, don't be ridiculous."

"Do you have any idea the condition of your body right now? And you're complaining about the bland food at home when eating greasy food isn't good for your recovery either."

Zhao Tienan pouted and rolled his eyes at his father.

"Sigh, do I have to be blunt?"

"It's not that I'm complaining about the blandness, it's your cooking that I can't stand..."

His father sighed and said slowly.

"What? You!"

"You just have money to burn, your taste has become choosy, my cooking is decent, and my home-cooked dishes are pretty good, alright?"

Zhao Tienan shrugged, feeling utterly drained dealing with his picky father.

"Alright, enough, I'll pick a restaurant, you help me with my shoes, and we'll eat out tonight."

"Don't worry, you can choose how bland you want, as long as I don't have to eat your food."

Zhao Liwei said decisively, then picked up his phone.

"Fine, just keep despising your own son. Once you recover, you won't have a chance to eat my cooking anymore."

Zhao Tienan grumbled a few words and then proceeded to help his father put on shoes.

Half an hour later, at a high-end Huaiyang Restaurant.

Zhao Tienan ordered a few light and nutritious dishes, only to find the bill was nearly eight hundred bucks.

This place is really nerve-racking.

It's indeed a place frequented by wealthy people, something completely beyond the understanding of a broke guy like Zhao Tienan.

"Tienan, why don't you stop going back to the countryside to be a village doctor, there's no future in it!"

"Come back and work with me!"

"You're my only son. My businesses and assets need you to inherit them, and I'm getting old. Before I head to the afterlife, I want to pave the way for you..."

Zhao Liwei suddenly spoke up.

At that moment, his voice sounded very old, as if he was making a last will, perhaps after dancing with death at death's door, he's finally figured something out.

However, Zhao Tienan didn't hear a word of it.

Because outside the window, he suddenly saw a very familiar figure passing by.

Very thin, very tired, and very pitiful.

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