After a long while, under Qhianqhian's worried gaze, her father finally came up. Seeing Luo Xihan's expression, he was evidently helpless too.
Qhianqhian looked tense all over: "Dad, what's wrong with Second Uncle?"
"It's self-inflicted." Luo Xinyue shrugged and looked at the person slumped over the table: "Brother, you're already this old, can't you be more mature?"
"What exactly happened?" Qhianqhian looked puzzled, unable to make sense, looking at the two of them: "What about Uncle?"
"Your Uncle needs rest and shouldn't be seeing these foods for now." Once he sees them, he'll want to eat, and we can't stop him. How will his wounds heal that way?
"As for your Second Uncle? He's disgusted with himself." Luo Xinyue looked at her daughter, hesitated for a moment, and felt she could only say this much, which was her limit.
Qhianqhian still looked puzzled but didn't ask further as it was apparent neither her father nor Second Uncle would answer.
