Qiao Qiao stiffened and looked at Qin Shaojin, unable to speak.
Qin Shaonan glanced at Qiao Qiao, turned back, and his gaze fell on Qin Shaojin.
Seeing the situation, Qin Shaojin knew he was right and softly asked, "What kind of illness?"
Qiao Qiao, "..."
Qin Shaonan, "..."
The two of them remained silent together.
Why did no one speak suddenly? Nini glanced at Qin Shaonan, then at Qiao Qiao, then turned her head, her big eyes, black and white distinct, looked at Qin Shaojin, her small hands clasped together, "Third Uncle, who's sick?"
Qin Shaojin looked down at the confused Nini, hesitated for a few seconds, and softly said, "Your dad is sick."
Dad is sick?
She twisted a bit, looked up at Qin Shaonan, "Dad, what illness do you have?"
Qin Shaonan looked down at Nini, "Dad has a stomach problem."
"Stomach problem?"
Nini was a little confused and stared at Qin Shaonan, watching him.
