"Don't say anymore! I know it's none of your business. " Zhan Tianhong said in a deep voice. Just as he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
He wasn't angry with Zhan Xucheng, but thinking about what had happened today, he felt sulky. If Zhan Xucheng hadn't brought it up, it would have been fine. He would have just endured it and it would have passed. But now that Zhan Xucheng had brought it up, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Martial uncle." Zhan Xucheng was shocked and quickly held onto Zhan Tianhong.
"Let's go. Don't mention today's matter again," Zhan Tianhong waved his hand and did not want to say anything more. He took the lead and walked towards the inn.
Looking at Zhan Tianhong's desolate and slightly staggering back, two drops of crocodile tears fell from Ling Chuxi's heart. She was full of sympathy. He kept spitting out blood from his nose, and he didn't know if his body could take it.
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