"Brother, happy new year."

"Well, happy New Year, you're one year older."

"Can you not mention age..."

"Okay, okay, don't mention it, you will always be eighteen years old." Tang Qixie said with a smile.

"Brother...what is wrong with you?" Tang Moyun noticed that something was wrong with Tang Qixie's speech. The gasp was heavy and light, and it sounded like he was seriously injured.

"It's okay, what's wrong?"

"Are you injured? Why do your voice sound painful?" Tang Moyun suddenly became anxious.

"No, you heard it wrong, it's just a little cold."

"Cold? Are you outside?"

"yes."

"Then, can you open a video? Dad and grandpa want to see you."

"It's not very convenient for me, next time."

"Oh well……"

"Then I'll die first. I'll have something to do here. I'll call you later."

"good."

"What's wrong? Is your brother injured?" Tang Feng asked quickly after hanging up the phone.

"No, my brother said no."

"If he says there is no, there is no? If he is really hurt, he will say?"

"Dad, don't worry, Qixie is very smart and will be fine." Tang Huiming comforted.

"Moyun, don't worry too much, believe that he can solve the problem."

Tang Moyun nodded, but still looked sad.

"The New Year's Eve dinner is ready, let's go for a meal."

"I'm not here...how can I eat it?"

"Let's go, go and have a meal." Although Tang Feng was also worried, the atmosphere was still very important during the Chinese New Year today.

"I'll help you over." Tang Huiming helped Tang Moyun up on the sand.

Her injuries have recovered almost. Although she has difficulty walking, she at least doesn't have to stay in a wheelchair every day.

"I'll help me, you go and ask Philea to come down for dinner." Tang Feng said.

After hearing this, Tang Huiming looked at the second floor and finally said to the maid beside him: "Go and ask your wife to come down for dinner."

"yes."

Tang Moyun knew that her parents' relationship had broken down because of Tang Qixie. If it were the case, she would have tried every means to help them repair it, but now... it is no longer necessary.

My mother has no feelings for her father. No matter how she repairs her, she will just bear it silently and let it go.

She only cares about Tang Qixie's safety now, and she doesn't want to care about other things.

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Earl's House

"Hurry, here is here."

A man with a housekeeper and a doctor ran into the hall quickly and headed straight to Tang Qixie, covered in blood on the sand.

"Doctor, look at him quickly. He has shed a lot of blood." Minglan Xiang'er's eyes were red and she stood aside at a loss. When she saw the doctor appear, she was as afraid that she would suddenly dissipate as if she saw a savior.

The doctor came to Tang Qixie and quickly took out scissors to cut open his blood-stained clothes, revealing a shocking wound.

Minglan Xiang'er looked at the wound that was still surging with blood, and tears immediately flowed out.

"I didn't bring anesthetics, it would hurt to get the bullets. Why don't you insist on going to the hospital?" said the doctor.

Tang Qixie looked pale, looked at his wound with his eyes down, and said, "No, just take it."

"But this is not an operating room after all, and the wound is easily infected."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Grandpa, do you have any anesthetics at home?" Minglan Xianger quickly pulled Minglanjie, who was also nervous and worried, and asked.

"No, there are only some trauma medicines at home." Earl Minglan looked at Tang Qixie with a pale face and was very scared.
Chapter completed!