From her wheelchair, An Ning looked at Zhou Xiaoshan with a mature gaze and said, "Xiao Shan, you've matured."
Zhou Xiaoshan felt no joy from the compliment. His face grew even more miserable. 'He just knew there was no such thing as two pieces of good news in a row.'
"KNOCK... KNOCK."
"The second piece of news is here. Get the door."
Zhou Xiaoshan's feet moved faster than his brain as he went to open the door and greeted the person who arrived.
"Uncle Yu Zheng?"
"I might be dressed a bit more dashingly today, but you should still recognize me."
Yu Zheng walked in, half-joking. He greeted An Ning and asked, "Are we leaving now?"
An Ning nodded and called for Xiao Lang.
"Xiao Lang, we're going out."
Yu Zheng came forward to push An Ning's wheelchair while Zhou Xiaoshan helped by opening the main door. After An Ning was settled in the car, Zhou Xiaoshan locked the door and got in as well.
