C184 Arrangements

Yuan Zifeng was halfway through cooking when he saw Lee Qinshu roll his wheelchair to the balcony. He did not get close to hear what the mother and son were talking about. If Lee Qinshu wanted him to know, he would naturally tell him.

Lee Qinshu blew on the cold wind outside and took a deep breath. He said, "It's so cold."

"Put on more clothes," Lee's mother sighed and said seriously