"It's nothing, really." Luo Yanhai looked at his younger siblings and instinctively shrank his neck.
Luo Yanran glanced at Luo Yanhao: "Brother, you know? And you haven't told me?"
Luo Yanhao coughed twice: "Who doesn't know you can't keep a secret? Who dares to tell you? If they tell you, won't the whole family find out?"
"That's not the main point." Qhianqhian squinted at her elder brother: "Where did you get injured?"
"Lung." Luo Yanwu sighed, glanced at his eldest brother who dared not speak, and finally spoke up: "Gunshot wound, we didn't tell you back then to keep you from worrying."
"It's mainly nothing serious, right?" Luo Yanhai interjected, but seeing Qhianqhian's cold gaze, he obediently shut his mouth.
"And you all?" Qhianqhian sighed, closed her eyes, sat down, leaned against the sofa back, unwilling to meet her brothers' eyes.
