Chapter 932: Can’t Return (2)
After saying this, Duan Xin added another sentence, worried that he hadn’t made his intentions clear enough: "That boy looks a lot like me."
"You... what are you saying?" Duan Qianyang’s lips trembled as he struggled to get off the bed, but his body was too frail to allow such movement.
The moment he struggled, he fell straight off the bed. Even though there was a doctor by his side, he still fell.
This position was fatal for him; he immediately couldn’t breathe, and after being helped back by the doctor, he started to breathe heavily and his complexion grew worse.
The doctor didn’t dare to delay, and hurriedly asked the other two, one big and one small, to leave the sickroom.
Duan Xin hadn’t expected his words to agitate Duan Qianyang like this, and he stood at the door of the sickroom, his lips pale, feeling at a loss. He didn’t mean it, he really didn’t mean it.
The old master Duan gave him a cold look, glanced into the sickroom, and then walked towards the end of the hallway. Duan Xin thought for a moment and followed.
"What exactly is going on? Which eyes, where is the person from, what nonsense are you talking about!" The old master Duan tapped the floor with his cane, and even though the sound didn’t seem different, anyone could hear the reproof in it.
"I’m not talking nonsense." Duan Xin pursed his lips: "I really saw someone who looks very much like one of our family, with green eyes."
At this, Duan Xin glanced at the silent old master Duan, and added, "He is as smart as my uncle, from Fusu, specifically here to participate in the math competition."
"Math competition?" Old Master Duan’s gaze flickered.