Although Ye Que can walk by himself now, he still looks quite different from a normal person. Clearly, he hasn't fully recovered yet.
Also, he doesn't walk very far. When Little Monkey saw him come over, he ran up to help him down the ladder.
"Daddy, why are you so slow? You've stalled so much that Mommy's already hit menopause."
Ye Que lowered his eyes, staring at the little rascal below him. He patted his head and said, "Didn't you know your dad is disabled? How could I compare to you normal folks?"
Little Monkey pursed his lips, "But you, this disabled person, are more capable than a lot of normal people."
Ye Que cast an icy glare at Little Monkey, and the little guy seemed to realize something. He quickly shut his mouth.
The father and son got into the car together. Little Monkey took the back seat, Ye Que the front passenger seat, holding their daughter as Chi Zaozao drove.
Everything was ready; time to set off.
Chi Zaozao glanced back and asked Ye Que, "Where to?"
