Li Xing'an stopped after walking about a hundred steps.
He turned his head and squinted his eyes at the little troublemaker, "I say, Li Lixing, Young Master Li? Do you want to keep making trouble? Do you want to mess things up?"
Li Lixing glanced at him, pursed his lips, and lowered his head without speaking.
Li Xing'an looked at him with his hands on his hips, "Let me tell you, your mother is very, very sick! If your mother falls seriously ill and passes away, do you know what the consequences are?"
Although he didn't know what illness the County Magistrate's Wife had, he could see from Li Yuzhu's expression that the County Magistrate's Wife's condition was not optimistic.
It was the first time he saw Li Yuzhu look at a patient with such a worried expression.
Even when Miss Chai was seriously ill, he hadn't seen Li Yuzhu so concerned.
It shows the severity of the illness.
Li Lixing looked up at him, shaking his head in confusion.
