"Uncle!"
"Father!"
Li Caiyi quickly tried to straighten up his body, and Dai Zhiqiang promptly came up to help.
Dai Bolin's body shook violently as he coughed hard. Li Caiyi grabbed his trembling hands with fear and panic budding in her heart.
"I-I'll call for the doctor!"
"No. I–cough, I'm fine, Little Yi." Dai Bolin clasped her hand, preventing her from going anywhere. "Sorry for alarming you. I'm just surprised and choked on my saliva again."
"Father…" Dai Zhiqiang bit her lips in regret. He shouldn't have confronted that woman in front of his father. Who knows if he still had some hope of reconciling with her? Dai Bolin was just that kind of soft-hearted man.
"Zhi," Dai Bolin called out to him, and he brushed away that thought in his mind. "Don't let your hatred dominate you. It will cause you to be stuck in your place forever and never move forward. Don't tire yourself with such feelings."
