Hearing Chu Yelin's words, Chu Ziyang's clenched fists slowly relaxed.
His mood was somewhat sour, yet he felt powerless to refute.
After all, his greatest wish was for his dad and mom to live together.
So, he would obey his father's arrangements.
A knocking sound came from the door, and someone entered.
"Hello, I am the caregiver Mr. Yin hired."
Yin Moran had hired a caregiver for him?
Who cares!
A trace of displeasure flashed across Chu Yelin's face as he glanced at the middle-aged man in his forties and ignored him.
"Dad, lie down and rest a bit, I'll go check on mom."
Chu Ziyang slid off the chair, his voice somewhat dispirited.
"Okay."
Chu Yelin nodded his head and watched the little guy leave the hospital room, his lips slowly curling into a smile.
Everything was arranged seamlessly.
He had followed Qiao Xiya's advice to find an opportunity to curry favor with Lin Qian.
And the quickest way to gain favor, of course, was to save her life.