An Ning drew up a few simple designs, but she wasn't comfortable letting An Guoming go by himself.
An Guoming was even thinner now, and An Ning felt that a strong gust of wind could blow him away. If he ran into someone who got physical, he would have no chance of escaping.
For the moment, only the An Family was in the hospital room.
"I don't feel right about this. You just recovered. Do you really have to go?"
Lin Cuihua looked at An Ning, her face full of disapproval. When she saw An Guoming squatting by the door, she grew even angrier.
An Ning took a step to the side, blocking the view of An Guoming.
"Mom, I'm fine now. If Second Brother goes by himself and something happens, we won't be able to make any money."
As she spoke, An Ning crouched down and whispered to Lin Cuihua, "We're planning to sell them for this much."
An Ning held up one finger in front of Lin Cuihua's eyes.
"A hundred?"
An Ning shook her head and whispered, "A thousand."
"What!"
