Chen An's voice was very low; some words turned around in his mouth several times, but he just couldn't bring himself to say them, "He..."
"Why are you acting like a woman today?"
Mo Nanjue turned around to turn on the light, but Chen An grabbed his hand, "Sit down, I need to tell you something."
The man frowned, and Chen An pressed him onto the sofa. He took a breath, "My grandfather was invited to the Mo Family some time ago to check. Mo Wenbin is still bedridden with paralysis, and his condition is getting worse. It's likely he won't last much longer..."
Mo Nanjue let out a cold laugh, "Whether he's paralyzed in bed or on the ground, what does that have to do with me?"
"Back then, when you were born, the Mo Family invited my grandfather," The Chen Family was an extremely renowned medical family, famous even in America. Chen An choked up, "When my grandfather returned, he told me that of the two boys born, one was diagnosed with innate muscular dystrophy."
