Liu Fufeng coughed forcefully, his whole body twisting and shaking, as if a slight breeze could whisk him away—
Ji You was a bit speechless, sighed and said, "Student Fufeng, your body is quite weak."
Liu Fufeng covered his mouth, coughed for a while, but still couldn't stop, "Cough... yes... cough cough... it's not very good."
Ji You said, "It's not just not good, it's terrible. Is there really no way to cure it?"
Liu Fufeng's figure swayed, only then did his cough subside. Hearing Ji You's words, Liu Fufeng's eyes darkened slightly, "I've seen it, it can't be cured."
After speaking, he lowered his head, already thin and lean, he appeared even more frail, with a strong sense of desolation.
Ji You: "..."
Ji You opened his mouth, after a while, said, "Student Fufeng, lending you money is impossible, absolutely impossible in this life, so don't even think about my money."
Liu Fufeng: "..."
Liu Fufeng: "Cough cough..."
Ji You said, "Playing the pity card won't work either."
