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Little Uncle's expression darkened.

"Little uncle, he's your nephew! He's a descendant of the Tong Family." I stepped forward and gently held little uncle's hand.

Little Uncle's voice was a little hoarse. "Nanxing, Tong Mo's illness is a little severe. It will drag you down..."

I smiled as tears fell. "What do you mean by dragging me down? He's my brother. If I can help him, that's what I should do. Little uncle, if I'm the one who's sick and you're the one who can save me, are you going to save me or not?"

Little uncle nodded without hesitation.

"Then why are you blocking me now?" I was displeased.

"Let Nanxing come in." Mister Li's voice came from behind little uncle.

I immediately squeezed under little uncle's armpit.

Cousin Mo was lying on the bed. His face was as white as paper, which made his features look more profound.

Jing Tian came over and gave me a gentle hug.

"How is he?" I asked Jing Tian.