Chapter 258
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Song Ching-wan crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at them.
"Save it, the two of you! Up until now, that stinking brat had yet to attend a single parent-teacher conference! If he doesn't go, who will? Besides, the kindergarten said that it's for parents. When the time comes, everyone will be in their twenties. What are you two old things doing there? "
The two old things were speechless.
What's wrong? Can't the old things attend the parent-teacher conference?
You're discriminating against us!
Lu Qidong was silent for a while.
Song Ching-wan couldn't handle it. She could only look at Lu Junhan, who had been silent all this time.
"Little Hanhan, you're not free tomorrow, right?"
But before he could show his fatherly smile, he suddenly stopped.
Lu Junhan casually put away her phone and said, "I'm free. I'll go to the parent-teacher conference tomorrow."
Lu Qidong turned a deaf ear and said helplessly, "Since you're not free, Little Hanhan, I'll reluctantly go in your place. Although I've just been discharged from the hospital and I'm still in a wheelchair, I'm fine. I'm strong. It's just a parent-teacher conference. I can do it! You don't have to worry about me. "
Song Ching-wan was speechless.
The old man was speechless.
You're 46 years old. Can you be more shameless, okay?
…
The next day, an hour before the parent-teacher conference.
Lu Qidong's body was injected with glucose and he drank some porridge. He barely regained some strength, but he could only sit in a wheelchair.
Fortunately, he had a lot of money and servants at home.
If it was 20 years ago, Lu Qidong would not be used to having others serve him.
However, for the past twenty years, he had always relied on others to serve him on his sickbed. He no longer had any sense of shame in his heart.
He could even calmly order the servant to change his red underwear to black. The reason was that black made him look more mature.
After tidying up, Lu Qidong took the elevator down with a bright smile.
His fine black hair was styled with gel, and his thin and tall body was changed into a black suit and trousers. He even put on a tie properly.
His face was originally very pale, and he didn't look old at all. Now that he was dressed up, he looked even younger by a few years.
He was so handsome that it was as if he was going to participate in the presidential election in the next second.
Recently, the company was not very busy. Song Ching-wan was worried that her brother would be bored, so she came back from the company early. The moment she entered the door, she saw her brother dressed like an elite. In a trance, she thought that her brother from more than twenty years ago, before the car accident, had returned.
Fortunately, this trance only lasted for a moment. She crossed her arms and glanced at him lightly. "Yo, brother, you haven't given up yet?"
Lu Qidong's pale and thin fingers gracefully crossed in front of him. He leaned back in his wheelchair and smiled gently. His words were full of pride.
"Of course! No one can stop me from attending my granddaughter's parent-teacher conference. Even if I have to crawl, I will crawl — "
"Ka!"
One end of the rope was fastened to Lu Qidong's wheelchair.
Lu Qidong frowned slightly. "What's this?"
Song Ching-wan fastened the other end of the rope to the railing. When she was done, she turned around and spread out her hands. "It's obvious. This is the dog-walking rope I accidentally brought back from Dad's base yesterday."
"…"
Song Ching-wan sighed. "Sorry, brother. In order to prevent you from ruining that brat's first parent-teacher conference, I'll have to trouble you to stay here."
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