Seeing Mr. Sheng staring blankly at his granddaughter's retreating back, Old Sir Gu spoke up.
"Uncle Gu, why don't you ride in my car over there? I thought Jiaojiao would ride with me, but who knew that boy Shuo Ci would take off so fast!"
"Haha... Shuo Ci certainly cares a lot about Jiaojiao. These old bones of mine won't be taking your car."
"Then I'll walk over with you. You're looking much more energetic this week. Does that mean your health is no longer a major concern?"
"Jiaojiao said I wasn't sick, just malnourished. She's been making us chicken soup every day. Look at me, I can walk now without getting winded."
Old Sir Gu showed off happily, walking with a newfound vigor. He had been standing for quite a while just now and wasn't out of breath at all.
Mr. Sheng pushed his bicycle, walking side-by-side with Old Sir Gu. He tactfully avoided mentioning how Gu Jinghua had fainted.
