After An Ziqi hung up the phone, she turned around, and happily hummed a little tune as she went to the washroom.
She had been focused on cleaning Xiao Moli earlier, and hadn't taken a shower herself.
Xiao Moli lay on the large bed outside, listening to the sound of water splashing in the nearby washroom.
After this period of rehabilitation, although his hands and legs had not fully recovered, they had regained some strength.
He could walk slowly, and his hands could finally exert some force, allowing him to perform simple tasks like picking up things.
Originally, he didn't tell An Ziqi because he knew she was still mad.
He wanted to wait for her to calm down before surprising her.
Yet, after holding out for so many days, he couldn't resist any longer.
He looked eagerly in the direction of the washroom, waiting for his wife to come out.
After half an hour, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.
An Ziqi came out holding a towel, wearing a loose bathrobe.
