Seeing Mengmeng started to play with toys, Zhang Han signaled Zhao Feng to sit down at the dining table on one side. He took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, walked over and sat down, and both of them took a sip.

"Boss." Zhao Feng's voice was a little heavy, his expression was a little complicated, he hesitated, and said slowly: "I think...the news came from North America early this morning that there is no hope for Scorpion's limbs. Half of my life can only be spent in bed."

"oh."