Han Luoli narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brows as he realized Uncle Qi's illness wasn't as simple as it had seemed. "What happened?" The man immediately asked with a serious tone, "Didn't the bodyguards follow you? Where are your heart-saving pills?"
Qi Zongtang's face was still pale as he weakly waved his hand and said, "I left in a hurry and didn't ask them to come along. It's convenient to come here anyway." After speaking, he bravely regulated his breathing as if to prove a point, "Your Uncle Qi isn't so frail. I'm still in high spirits!"
"That's good. You rest here at ease, and I'll make sure to give them your instructions," Han Luoli knew he always pretended to be stronger than he was and didn't expose him. He said blandly, and then considered when to bring the young girl over to visit the elderly man.
