Seeing Su Mo showing a slightly tired expression and saying with tearful lips, Zhong Qingshu burst into tears and laughed, "It's not too late, it's not too late, it's never too late!"

She said comfortingly: "Life is like a pinball. You are knocked down to the bottom by unexpected disasters. As long as you don't give up, you will always rebound one day!"

"Dad, don't give up, bounce back!" Daughter Su Xin also waved and shouted beside her.

"Yes, I believe it!"

On the hospital bed, Sumo smiled, his wise eyes surprising the group of people in white coats around him.

There are people who have recovered from vegetative states, and some have even fully recovered, but they have never seen anyone who is like Somo, mentally healthier than healthy people, and without any complaints about life.

It's a pity that the people in white coats don't know that those people are just in a daze day after day in boring days, but Sumo is constantly learning new knowledge in extremely fulfilling classes.

A full seven years have passed, and now he has reached the pinnacle of architecture, no less than any academician of architecture on the planet.

And in his mind, there are still many new products that have never appeared on earth.

Having been at the bottom of the valley for such a long time, it’s time for Fu Ji to recover!
Chapter completed!