"Master, Uncle Dong."
Fang Cheng heard the commotion outside, carrying a plate of dishes, and respectfully greeted them.
His gaze then landed on Ma Donghe's right leg in a cast, his mouth curling into a smile:
"Donghe, your leg hasn't healed yet. Just stay at home, no need to come here to freeload, right?"
"Don't mention it, Ah Cheng."
Ma Donghe placed the fruit basket on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his good left hand:
"The doctor said there's a fracture and soft tissue contusion. It'll take a couple of months to fully recover. But no worries, a man like me, this kind of injury is nothing! With my physique, I'll be back to being lively before starting my job."
Ma Jianguo turned and glared at his son, snorted coldly:
