"Little Uncle, I was even worried that you would think I am selfish," Tan Mo muttered.
"You better be more selfish. Don't help anyone but your loved ones." (Including him.)
"I will be selfish." Tan Mo's smile looked very innocent at this time. "I will only treat my parents and brothers, the Old Master, the Old Madame, Little Uncle's parents, and the Little Uncle, who are all my close relatives.
"Ever since I was young, none of the people I've helped have gone beyond this range."
Seeing Tan Mo's sly smile, Wei Zhiqian shook his head helplessly and said, "You have many excuses."
"Little Uncle, your wound really doesn't hurt anymore?" Tan Mo stretched out a hand and was tempted to touch Wei Zhiqian's bandage.
She was quickly caught by Wei Zhiqian. "What do you want to do?"
"Let me have a look. I have to take a look at it to feel relieved." Tan Mo looked at Wei Zhiqian seriously.
