Wei Zai frowned and snapped, "Why is it so troublesome."
Despite the complaints, this kid was his money maker, so he had to take good care of him.
He went outside and bought some boxes of milk and bread, and chicken wings that kids like to eat, "Here, for you."
"Thank you, uncle, you're really a good person," Song Dabai said with a smiling face.
Being called a good person, Wei Zai felt a bit uncomfortable, his face calmed down, "Kid, hurry up and eat, I need to make some arrangements, and then I'll send your wife out."
After he finished speaking, Wei Zai turned and left.
As soon as he walked out, the smile on Song Dabai's face disappeared instantly, and he quickly returned to Luolu's side.
Luolu lay weakly on the cold floor, looking very frail. Song Dabai touched her forehead and found she was even hotter than before.
Song Dabai knew that Luolu was quite ill.
