569 gave Qinghe 3 private money.

Xiao Qinghe sat in his wheelchair in the courtyard, hearing the sound of the secondary bedroom door, he turned his wheelchair around, smiling gracefully at Su Qingyue, "Qingyue, you're awake."

His voice was soft and gentle, refreshing to the heart.

His eyes were very beautiful, a pair of crystal clear pupils, giving a very clean feeling, a kind of spiritual cleanliness.

Su Qingyue also smiled at him slightly, "Fourth Brother, good morning."

The voice of Xiao Yuchuan sounded beside her, "Wife, good morning!"

Qingyue turned her head to look, and saw Xiao Yuchuan standing by the window of the secondary bedroom, "How come you're here?"

He supported himself with his hand on the window frame, steadying his weak body, "I walked over."

She slightly furrowed her brows, "If you're weak, you should rest properly in bed."

"I've lain there so long, I feel like I might rot." He smiled broadly, "I'm a bit stronger today than yesterday, I can barely walk a few steps."