Late Stage Lung Cancer
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Mu Xichen's voice was calm and unhurried, with a hint of a smile that was not visible.
His tone, heart-wrenchingly distant.
Li Beinian's heart ached for him as she held his hand and comforted him silently.
Mu Che responded with a sad expression. "Xichen, I didn't mean that…"
Mu Xichen looked at Mu Che and smiled. At the same time, he took Li Beinian's hand and said to the man, "How should I need to repay you then, Mr. Mu?"
"Xichen!"
"I wouldn't dream of taking a cent of this inheritance, it's best you keep it for yourself. Speaking of which, I don't have much to repay you for saving my life. I think you spent a lot of money on my illness back then." Mu Xichen smiled. "I remember it cost a few thousand."
The few thousand twenty years ago would have been more now.
Mu Che's face turned black as charcoal. "Shut up! Do you know what you're saying? I'm your father. Isn't it only right that I give you spending money and an inheritance!"