Yan Zisu's mother was about to speak when a violent cough sounded from inside the room.
"Little Girl, quickly go get the spittoon for your dad." Hearing the coughing, Yan Zisu's mother hurriedly said to Yan Zisu.
"Auntie, I'll go see uncle." Saying this, you got up and entered the room on the left with Yan Zisu.
As you imagined, the bedroom was still very tidy, and the fragrance in this room was even stronger. The room wasn't large, and on an old wooden bed lay a pale-faced middle-aged man half-reclined, whose complexion didn't look good as he kept coughing uncontrollably.
Yan Zisu sat behind the middle-aged man, gently patting his back.
"Hello, Uncle, my name is Li Muyun."
The middle-aged man looked you up and down, then slowly nodded with a smile on his face: "Student Li, my Little Girl hasn't caused you any trouble, has she?"
"Oh no, Zisu's academic performance has always been at the top, my mom keeps nagging me to learn from her."