The second uncle's brows were deeply furrowed as he looked towards the old patriarch and said in a grave voice, "Dad, we must handle this matter well."
The old patriarch nodded, "What are your thoughts?"
The man who looked as warm and friendly as a spring breeze on television now had a cold expression, with a chilling light flashing in his eyes and spoke in a cold and thin voice, "Lily dies untreated. My sister-in-law, distraught over the loss of her daughter, becomes mentally disturbed and gets into a car accident."
"Mommy, you're hurting Tongtong," a small, soft voice complained to Xin Jing.
Xin Jing snapped back to reality and quickly checked, loosening her tight grip on Tongtong, and spoke in a low voice, "Sorry, Tongtong, mommy didn't mean to."
"It's okay, Tongtong isn't mad at mommy."