Three days later.
6 PM.
Zhao Heng drove the Hongqi H9 from the hospital to the food street.
I must say, this car has a great driving experience, and the interior is quite comfortable. Among domestic cars, it is indeed a sincere creation.
After parking, Zhao Heng entered Bench Noodles, the shop run by Zhao Dad.
As soon as he reached the entrance, Zhao Juan, who was busy inside the shop, was delighted to see Zhao Heng coming and said, "Xiao Heng, you're here."
"Mm, how's business these past two days?"
Zhao Heng nodded and asked.
"Business is good, even a bit too busy to handle."
Zhao Juan is very content with her current life. Although the work at the noodle shop isn't easy, this sense of stability fills Zhao Juan with hope for the future.
Moreover, her husband works in Eastern Hospital as a caregiver, doing quite well. His income is much more than working elsewhere.
This makes Zhao Juan even more grateful to her cousin Zhao Heng.
"Where are my parents?"
