look at his pain at this time. Should I go forward and care about it? Xia Xiaoxian stood in place, hesitated for a moment, and there was no one around him. If he didn't care about it, if anything happened to him, the consequences would be unimaginable. Finally, she leaned over: "uncle, you have such a bad cough. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

the old man raised his head and looked at her in surprise. How could someone come to care for him? Twenty years, twenty years. All you see are the surface of Lin Junwei. He thinks he will never fall down like a mountain, but...