Shen Qingqing didn't ask Father Jiang why he came to the train station.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she opened the car's rear door and got in.
She obediently greeted, "Dad."
Father Jiang and Shen Qingqing's father were good friends, and regardless of whether she was a niece without blood ties, a daughter, or a daughter-in-law, Father Jiang was always very fond of her.
Seeing her arm was still in a sling, he asked with concern, "How's the recovery? Does it still hurt?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head. "It doesn't hurt. A few more days of rest and I can take it off. Don't worry."
Father Jiang still wasn't reassured. "Let's go to the hospital for a follow-up tomorrow. Your mom and I will go with you."
Shen Qingqing showed a faint smile. "Really, there's no need. I'll go for a check-up when it's time."
Father Jiang didn't press further.
He turned his head to look at the man standing outside the car. "Do I need to come down and invite you personally?"
