Chen Daoping couldn't help it and said, "Do you really want Chen Daolin to delay his time until his birthday?"

Old Mrs. Chen frowned slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled, put down the Buddhist beads, turned around and sat cross-legged on the cushion, and said helplessly.

"The stalemate between water and fire will inevitably lead to both losses. One advance and one retreat is the king. A year will pass soon."

"But after all, there is still so long a year. If Chen Daolin really wants to help Chen Dong, and with the strength of the Chen family, what if Chen Dong is really cured?"

Chen Daoping's expression was extremely serious.

Chen Dong is now sitting in a wheelchair and can still control everything under his command. The only thing that determines the identity of the heir and the head of the family is his legs or not.

If Chen Daolin is really cured by Chen Dong in a short period of time, it will be a complete loss!

Chen Tiansheng, who was secretly happy, also had his eyes fixed at this time.

Even if it is one in ten thousand possible, this possibility still exists, and existence is a variable!

"It's a miracle that he can stand up!"

Old Mrs. Chen sneered and pointed to a wooden cabinet in the corner of the Buddhist temple: "Chen Daolin and that wild species, father and son are both surviving. The things in the wooden cabinet can tell you the answer."

Hearing words.

Chen Daoping and Chen Tiansheng were both shocked.

The two of them looked at Old Mrs. Chen and saw that she was calm and composed.

Everyone was shocked.
Chapter completed!