"Tang Rao, come out quick! Hurry! It's a disaster, Lao Han is about to kick the bucket!" The back gate was suddenly banged on violently.
It was clearly Shangguan Ling, that little girl.
Having lived here for six or seven days, the little girl had entirely made herself at home.
Speaking of which, this girl really was likable, especially to my old mother, who absolutely adored Shangguan Ling.
As for Han Wanli, the old man's status was extremely high, and it seemed even Bai Yushu knew something about it; naturally, she was happy to have Han stay with us.
"What do you mean he's dying?" Tang Rao opened the back gate.
"Go take a look! Stop asking questions!" Shangguan Ling's face was urgent, her little face already red from holding her breath.
Tang Rao's heart tightened—damn it, it looked like Old Han really was in trouble.
If he died here, it wouldn't be easy to explain.
Once someone with ulterior motives got wind of it, any spun story would bring big trouble for the Tang family.