Jing Xiaocha replied with a smile, "It's already fine."
Wen Jin didn't believe it and stared at her arm, "Roll up your sleeve, let me see."
"..."
Jing Xiaocha had to roll up her sleeve to let Wen Jin check.
Wen Jin's handsome brows furrowed, "Didn't I tell you to take a rest for a few days?"
"Uncle Wen, Auntie works very hard every day."
With his mouth full of apple, Zhang Minghui reported indistinctly.
Jing Xiaocha shot him a glance, causing him to shrink his neck, stand up, and say, "Uncle Wen, can I go play in the garden outside?"
Wen Jin waved at him with a smile, "Go ahead."
Zhang Minghui immediately ran out of the living room.
In the living room, only Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha were left. He urged her with concern, "Your arm is yours; don't take it lightly."
Jing Xiaocha playfully stuck out her tongue, "Brother Wen, I know."
"How's the script coming along? Is it going smoothly?"
