"You look fine to me."
Lin said pointedly, standing near Zhong Sihan's bed. The said patient was lying with a pale complexion - or at least that was what Zhong Sihan wanted Lin to believe.
"You shameless son. Don't you…" he coughed, "see me so weak and pathetic? You should be serving me like a filial son, but here you are accusing me."
"Because you don't look sick to me."
He glared. "For your information, I am older than your real mother, okay? I have every right to feel sicker than her!"
He stared hard. "...How do you know about Mom?"
"They told me themselves yesterday. I had an inkling you will come to know today because I learned your brother knew. I was sure he wouldn't have kept quiet for any longer."
Silence.
"So why did you call me here?"
"You blind brat. Can you not see that I am sick?"
"I know you are not sick. You used to pull similar tricks back in prison. You like making a fool out of others," his voice held a tinge of cold.
