Tianshan Airport, Zhao Weilin got off the plane, looking weary from travel.
Seeing the figure standing beside the Maybach not far away, he walked over angrily.
"How is Zhao Qing!"
Before he even got there, his questioning voice already rang out.
Qi Yun stepped forward two steps, coughing awkwardly: "Cough... Uncle, don't be anxious, Zhao Qing is okay now."
It was only today that he informed Zhao Weilin about Zhao Qing's injury, partly out of fear that this old father-in-law would worry, and partly because Zhao Qing didn't want to see him.
However, out of respect, and given that Zhao Qing is pregnant, under Qi Yun's persuasion, Zhao Qing eventually agreed to let him know about the situation.
Zhao Weilin also canceled his current work in Shanghai upon receiving the news and rushed over immediately.
He glared at Qi Yun fiercely, wanting badly to beat the kid up, but held back his anger in the end.
