Si Mingli, who was infuriated over his son's leg, had an immediate change in expression when he heard what his agent said. He stood up instantly and said, "What did you say? Si Yehan's suffering from a serious illness? And he won't last six months?"
Even Si Yi Jie on the bed stopped howling and used all his strength to turn his head. "Wh-what? Si Yehan's dying soon? Really? Are you sure this isn't fake information?"
Si Mingli stared at the agent. His expression turned serious and he asked in a deep voice, "Si Yehan's been fine all along - why would he be so ill to the point of near-death all of a sudden? Are you sure your information is true?"
The agent's tone was certain: "Master, this is such a crucial piece of information. Would I dare to simply report it without verifying it several times? I gave lots of money to Dr. Sun's disciple in order to get this information! It's definitely true!"
