Qian Jiahong looked at her arm. The tears on his face had not been completely wiped away. His eyes were red and he sobbed while speaking: "But your arm hurts. It's better to see a doctor as soon as possible..."

Lin Sisi pouted and said, "It's okay, the doctor will know sooner or later."

"But……"

"No buts, if you leave me alone, I will cry."

Lin Sisi spoke in a soft voice, and tried to squeeze out the tears that had finally dissipated from her eyes.

In order to pretend and to win Qian Jiahong's sympathy, Lin Sisi felt like she had squeezed out all the tears she had shed over the years.

This scene happened to be seen by little Qian Jiahong. He walked towards Lin Sisi anxiously, then knelt in front of her again, raised his little hand and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, saying, "I won't leave. I'll stay with you."

Seeing that her evil plan had succeeded, Lin Sisi nodded obediently.

Qian Jiahong wiped her tears very gently, making her cheeks itchy.

She just lay flat on her back and looked at him, feeling that the concrete floor beneath her was about to warm up. He looked at Qian Jiahong's still slightly red eyes and asked in a low voice: "Qian Jiahong, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have kept asking you what you were doing here. Please don't be angry with me, okay? The reason I asked you this is because I'm worried about you. You see, you haven't been to school for two days, and I haven't even returned the meal you treated me to last time."

After saying that, Lin Sisi pouted her lips, expressing that she felt aggrieved.

Qian Jiahong shook his head and said, "It's not your fault, it's my fault. If I had told you, you wouldn't have fallen down the stairs."

As he spoke, his eyes became moist.

Lin Sisi looked at him.

Suddenly I felt that this little boy was really fragile. He wanted to cry after just a few simple words. Could it be that his cold and aloof appearance at school was just an act? Was it because he had endured too much?

Thinking of this, Lin Sisi suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

But then again, how much younger is he than her body? He is only eight years old, but he has already followed his father to learn about the company and has already studied high school and college knowledge in cram schools. This is too hasty. Do his family members not feel sorry for him at all for doing this? Or is there some unexplainable reason behind this?

Thinking of this, Lin Sisi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She thought of Mu Jingxian's words.

He said that Qian Jiahong's family was a little special. Could it be about this aspect?

His family expects him to become a child prodigy and become a successful person?

What a joke!

He is only eight years old!

But speaking of this, Lin Sisi inexplicably felt that he was very similar to herself.

Although I was forced by my family to study this and that at that time, and I had no free time, I had few friends and no one to talk to. I swallowed all the bitterness and slowly entered the society. But I was not like Qian Jiahong, who went to the company to learn about these things with his father at such a young age.

In comparison, Qian Jiahong is even more miserable than her.

Then Lin Sisi asked: "Can you tell me now?"

There was a hint of caution in her words.

Qian Jiahong rubbed his eyes and nodded.

"My dad... is actually in the advanced stage of lung cancer. The day before yesterday, when he was taking me to study at the company, he suddenly coughed up a lot of blood, and then fainted..."

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