The old man stood there, his chest aching terribly, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.
Did Ye Bai mean that Adong also got infected by the virus?
Seven years?
Seven years' meaning?
Adong, Anan—
Seeing the old man's face gradually turning pale and bluish, Huo Jinnan quickly took a few steps forward, supported the old man with one hand, bent over, and picked up the cane with the other.
The old man took it, standing there, his breathing increasingly labored.
Huo Jinnan furrowed his brow and supported the old man to the sofa.
"...!"
Ye Bai.
Just came back and said the wrong thing! Looks like it's the three highs; hope he doesn't faint at Xiaoqi's hundred-day banquet!
Thinking of this, Ye Bai went over to rub the old man's chest.
The old man leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and felt his breathing gradually smooth out.
Ye Bai, "Mr. Huo, are you feeling better?"
The old man took a deep breath, nodded, and opened his eyes to look at Ye Bai.
