"With the little time I have left, I just want to stay with Jingxing. If you still have even a shred of conscience, then stop disturbing the two of us, mother and son."
"Enough, stop talking!"
He'd long since gotten sick of hearing this kind of thing.
The sudden low growl scared the Jingxing in his arms. The boy stared at him in a daze, his little mouth starting to pucker, about to cry.
Song Yunchi steadied himself, forcibly suppressing his rotten mood, and patted his back. "Don't cry, don't be scared."
Seeing Lu Meng look like she couldn't wait to get as far away from him as possible, the anger Song Yunchi had forced down flared up again.
He stood up and looked down at her from above. "Lu Meng, don't think I don't know what's going on in that head of yours. The reason you're hiding it from Lu Yin is nothing more than that you don't want treatment, that you're afraid once Lu Yin finds out, he'll drag you to get treated. What exactly are you afraid of?"
