"He coughed up a lot of blood."
Wen Shan furrowed her brows, wondering what illness could afflict such a young boy, he looked so pitiable,
"What's your family's phone number? I'll call them so they can come to pick you up."
Seeing Ou Xiaohan's continuous coughing, Lan Xin Ai was worried, although he wasn't spitting blood now, that earlier scene was quite frightening.
"No need." Ou Xiaohan looked very disheartened, he was not yet ready to leave his sister.
"Your body is too weak, you should go home and rest early." Lan Xin Ai frowned.
"Sister, please don't send me away."
Ou Xiaohan looked at Lan Xin Ai with pitiful eyes, like an unwanted stray dog.
"I'm not sending you away, it's just that your health isn't good, you should go home and rest properly now."
Lan Xin Ai's heart softened, not knowing why, this boy gave her a strange feeling.
"Can I just sit here, please? I promise I won't cough anymore."
