But he refused to back down verbally, immediately putting on a stern face and saying in a serious tone, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first, we can talk about other things later."

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhu Xiuqin and softened his tone: "Mom, I'll go apply some medicine to Dad first; his shoulder injury has flared up again."

Zhu Xiuqin waved her hand with a smile on her face: "Your little sister brought the medicine back. She applied it as soon as she got home, and she also checked on the person. She said there's nothing wrong, just change the dressing on time."

Su Yicen was stunned, her whole body stiffened on the spot, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes turned blankly to Su Qingzhi.

He clearly hadn't expected that his sister had already quietly done what he was so eager to rush back to.

The initial anxiety was suddenly replaced by a pang of sadness and heartache. After a two-second pause, she slowly spoke, her voice much lower than before, filled with guilt and emotion: "Ah? Little sister, you... you've worked so hard!"

"Stop talking, go wash your hands and eat."

Zhu Xiuqin interrupted him, her tone filled with an undeniable loving kindness.

"Okay!"

Su Yicen immediately responded, her tone becoming cheerful again, and turned to run towards the water tank.

He unscrewed the bamboo tube to collect water, and the rushing water flowed over his palm, splashing up tiny droplets.

After washing his hands, he shook off the water droplets, walked back quickly, and sat down at the table.

The moment he sat down, his gaze fell on Shen Zhiyu, who was standing next to Su Qingzhi.

The man sat upright, with broad shoulders and a tall, imposing figure, like an unmoving mountain.

His eyes were calm as still water, deep and unassuming yet extremely imposing.

Even just sitting there quietly, without saying a word, can make people involuntarily tense up.