"Mom, is Cousin completely better now?" Wang Yuting asked innocently.
"Not completely. The poison is all gone, but I don't know if Ziquan's legs... if he'll ever be able to stand again!"
"Mom, you don't even know how he's doing?" Wang Yuting asked, clinging to her mother's arm coquettishly.
"He just went to the hospital for a check-up today. I don't know either," Mu Qingtong said truthfully.
"Mom, why don't we go to Grandpa's house and ask? I'm really worried about Cousin."
"There's no need to go over. We can just call your grandpa and ask; that'll tell us what we need to know." Mu Qingtong didn't think much of it.
She thought her adopted daughter was only so concerned because she liked Ziquan so much. 'If Ziquan's legs really can't recover, it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to marry Yuting.'
After all, Yuting was the daughter she had carefully raised; she was not only beautiful but also cultured and well-mannered.
