Fang Jingyi lowered her head in a daze to look at her hand being held by Si Nan, and after a few seconds, she suddenly wailed and burst into tears.
Luo Peiling and Ning Wenqing were startled, and then became somewhat unsure of how to react.
Si Nan tightened his grip on Fang Jingyi's hand, sighed inwardly, and lightly embraced her frail, trembling body. "How could you be this ill and not say a word to your son?"
"Waaah…" Fang Jingyi used her other hand to hug Si Nan's back, formed a fist and hammered him, "Why do you still care about me? Didn't you disown this mother of yours? Even if I'm not dead now, it wouldn't concern you if I died of illness!"
Si Nan frowned, "If you still have the strength to blame me, then you shouldn't be dying."
"Waaah… why is my life so bitter!"
Si Nan's words provoked Fang Jingyi to cry even louder.
Si Nan couldn't help but sigh again, "You are my mom; you're the one who gave birth to me. Of course your affairs concern me."
