Watching the car leave, everyone turned their attention back to the old man still standing in the same spot.
Zhang Anfeng stepped forward, "Dad, shall I take you back?"
"No need, Zhang Ye is on his way to drive me back." Zhang Nachuan waved his hand, "It's getting late, you all should head back as well."
Seeing that the old man had no other instructions, Lin Yi quickly looked at her younger son with concern, "Xiao Zhou, how is it, does your arm still hurt?"
"Hiss, it's a little better than before." Zhang Lingzhou carefully moved his arm, his face wrinkled in pain as he couldn't help but complain softly, "That Jiang Lingxi, with her thin arms and legs, who would've thought she's so strong!"
Zhang Nachuan, who hadn't left yet, turned back upon hearing this and frowned at the mother and son, "Is the name of Miss Jiang something a rascal like you can just say?"
Every time Zhang Lingzhou heard the old man's voice, he couldn't help but tense up all over.