In less than half an hour, Li Qiao went to the nursing home to see Ming Dailan and withdrew the caregiver from the old residence, and this news reached Shang Zonghai's ears.
At that time, he was in the pharmacy preparing medicine for Yun Lih, while Shang Lu sat nearby, looking eager to speak.
Wei Ang glanced around and after waiting a few seconds, asked, "Sir, what do you think about this matter..."
Shang Zonghai, with a calm expression, picked up a piece of herb, brought it to his nose for a light sniff, and said with a deep and stable voice, "Just do as the girl said."
"Yes, sir." Wei Ang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Shang Lu pursed his lips, hesitantly mumbling, "Dad... can't I go too?"
"She is your mother, if you want to go, then go." Shang Zonghai brushed the crumbs off his fingers and glanced up at him, "But remember to know your limits."
Shang Lu nodded obediently, "I know, don't worry."
