"How is it? You're not hurt, are you? You've worried your mom sick!" Xiao Nianqing choked up as she spoke.
"Hehe!" Xiao Tian patted his chest. "Don't worry, your son's body is strong!"
"You rascal! Still remember to come home, huh? You had to worry everyone at home sick!" Xiao Tian's second aunt, Zhong Kexue, gave him a light punch and directly pulled him into a chair.
The same goes for Xu Ying, who looked at Xiao Tian with a face full of dissatisfaction, "If you don't drink ten or eight cups tonight, I'm not letting it go!"
Despite the words, there was a lot of affection in their tone. They were all thrilled that Xiao Tian had escaped danger this time.
Xiao Tian sat at the table, looking at the already somewhat old Zhong Aiguo, his heart softened, "Dad, I made you worry."
Clack.
Zhong Aiguo's arm trembled slightly, causing the peanuts on his chopsticks to fall into the wine cup. The red of the soy sauce spread in the cup.
