"Xiao Xiao, come quickly! Come and see your uncle."
Qiao Hui excitedly pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao, not letting go for a moment.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was dragged in front of Song Qingyun.
The Song Qingyun in front of her was completely different from the witty, humorous, and wise uncle in her memory.
His eyes were tightly closed, his face was pale, and he lay there, silent and motionless.
It seemed as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Jiang Xiaoxiao still didn't know what was going on.
She hadn't seen anyone outside for just a week, and the world had turned upside down.
"Uncle, what happened?"
She rushed over hurriedly, having no time to see Song Moting, so she didn't know what had happened at all. She only knew that Song Qingyun was ill.
