"You are the one who persuaded our son to see a doctor."

Zhao Nianhui did not avoid Zhou's father's sharp gaze.

She straightened her back and simply nodded, without even her eyes changing.

This made Zhou's father appreciate Zhao Nianhui even more.

At least he is a person who dares to act and take responsibility, which is much better than those who are afraid to admit their mistakes.

"Dad, don't blame her. This is what I wanted to do. I don't want to be like a waste anymore."

Zhou Keqi, who had remained silent just now, stood up.

Seeing my son able to stand up and no longer rely on a wheelchair to live.

Both Zhou's father and mother were very excited. Even though Zhou's father was not good at expressing himself, his eyes were trembling a little.

The son, who had always been an elite, suddenly developed a strange disease.

I can’t go out, and I can’t see a lot of people.

He locked himself in a small room for many years.

As parents, how could they not feel heartbroken?

Zhou Keqi's improvement was something they all wanted to see.

But what he said was a little unpleasant to hear.

Father Zhou's face suddenly darkened.

Although he has a strict personality, he is not a person who cannot distinguish between good and evil.

Since Zhao Nianhui cured Zhou Keqi's illness.

It's impossible for him to just arrest someone and beat him up.

Father Zhou just wanted to confirm it carefully.

Does Zhao Nianhui have other purposes, or is she really just trying to cure the disease?

It’s no wonder he thinks too much, for people of their status.

If you think less, then you are taking a dangerous step.

So every step must be planned.

The last thing you want to see is unexpected people.

Zhao Nianhui happened to be that accident.

But Zhou Keqi defended her like this.

No matter what, Zhao Nianhui is his savior.

Zhou's father had not yet lost his conscience enough to harm his son's benefactor.

Mother Zhou patted Father Zhou's hand soothingly.

"Okay, don't bother with your son. In my opinion, both father and son have the same weird temper. If you have anything to say, why don't you sit down and talk it over." Zhou's mother persuaded softly.

She turned her head and asked with a smile, "Little girls, who are you..."

Zhao Nianhui introduced her name first, followed by Ye Xiaoyue.

Zhou's mother's expression suddenly became more genuine, and she said enthusiastically, "It turns out to be Xiaoyue, come here and let me see you."

"Aunt, I'm sending my regards to you on behalf of my parents. I came here with my friends this time." Ye Xiaoyue sat next to them obediently.

There is no more room on the couch.

Zhao Nianhui was pulled to sit down by Zhou Kesong.

Seeing this scene, a gleam of light flashed in Zhou's mother's eyes.

The confrontation between the father and son continued over there.

In fact, the reason why Zhou’s father was angry was not because Zhou Keqi went to see a psychologist.

What really angered him was his sons' defensiveness toward their father.

No matter how irresponsible he was as a father in their eyes.

But he is still their father after all.

Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.

Such alienation hurt the heart of an old father.

"You are sick, will I not treat you?"

Zhou Keqi raised his head and looked at Zhou's father.

Subconsciously, Zhou's father looked away first.

So many doctors came to our house before.

Not all of them are half-baked.

Of course, there were a few doctors with superb medical skills who saw that the cause of Zhou Keqi's illness was in his heart.

Even if the medicine cures his physical condition, if his mental illness is not cured, there will be endless troubles.

But how could Zhou's father tolerate those people saying that there was something wrong with his son?

His eldest son has always been the best.

Since childhood, I have been the pride of my parents.

Of the two brothers, he is the least troublesome.

Not only does she study well, but she can also take her younger brother with her.

When he grew up, he joined the army, albeit somewhat rebelliously.

But his performance in the army was also very good.

Basically, I always rank among the top.

But a strange disease suddenly disrupted everything.

It is because Zhou Keqi has always been the best since he was a child.

Zhou's father and mother have always trained their eldest son as his heir.

Whether going out to communicate or attend a banquet, he would often take Zhou Keqi with him.

Such high standards, high demands, and high expectations ultimately resulted in a seriously ill child.

Father Zhou really didn't understand why Zhou Keqi was holding back, and he forced himself to become a mental patient.

He lived in the best house, ate the best food, and enjoyed the best treatment.

"To be honest, I don't know whether you are pretending or doing it on purpose." Father Zhou said with some regret.

It was obvious that he wanted to get in touch with Zhou Keqi.

But looking at the other person's cold gaze, it didn't seem like he was looking at a relative.

Zhou's father was so upset that by the time he reacted, the words had already come out of his mouth.

Once words are spoken, they are like spilled water, and can never be taken back.

Zhou Kesong glanced at his father in reproach, "Dad, what you said is really too much. I took a photo of your brother before, and you know how seriously ill he was at that time."

Father Zhou lowered his head and looked at his still red palm.

Just now, he slapped the child in the face.

But he didn't feel any anger or sadness.

This is what made Zhou's father most frustrated.

What kind of image does he have in Zhou Keqi's mind?

Actually, when I received the photos.

Both Zhou's father and mother felt very regretful.

A good child was tortured beyond recognition.

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