"Xiaxia, how is your mom doing lately?"
"She's much better, the doctor said she can be discharged in a few days."
"That's great," Bi Qingyun looked at his arm in a cast, "That's really good..."
"Uncle, do you have time? I want to treat you to a meal."
The energetic voice of the young boy rang in Bi Qingyun's ear, dissipating his gloomy mood a bit, "How can I let you treat me? Wasn't it agreed that I would treat our Xiaxia to a meal?"
"But..." Bi Qingyun's eyes darkened, "It might not be possible now, uncle got a bit hurt and is outside at the moment."
"Hurt?!" the boy shouted, "Where are you? Are you alright? How did you get hurt? Why didn't you go to the hospital? Where are you? Uncle, I'll come see you!"
Bi Qingyun chuckled softly, "Silly child, I'm fine. I'm not in Qing City right now, I'm recuperating outside. I'll find you when I get back, alright? Don't worry, dad... uncle is fine."
