"Dad, Yicheng's leg can be cured." Pei Yining immediately shared the good news with her father, who had just come home.
"Where is he?"
Pei Guozhong instinctively looked around the house for Pei Yicheng's figure.
Pei Yining hopped forward, smiling, and said, "Brother is still in Xi Province getting treatment for his leg. It'll probably take a few more months to recover. Here's the address."
Pei Yining handed over the piece of paper with the address written on it.
Pei Guozhong glanced at it. His daughter's graceful handwriting made it easy for him to memorize the address at a glance. He sat on the sofa, put on a stern face, hid his happiness, and grunted, "Who wants to go visit him?"
"Fine, then don't go."
Pei Yining immediately took the address back and put away her smile. She looked at Pei Guozhong unhappily and said, "Dad, brother is your own son. His leg is hurt, and now there's hope for recovery. Aren't you happy?"
