Song An pursed his lips, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Your sister-in-law fell into the water and needs to recuperate, so the medicine will be used first. The total is three hundred and twenty-six cents, you can give it to me when you have it."
He really wanted to be good to his nephew, Song Tingfan, but always ended up causing him harm.
Sometimes, he felt powerless. He had already spoken to Mrs. Song, even scolded her, but nothing seemed to work.
"Alright, uncle, wait for me a moment, I'll go home and get it right away."
As Song Tingfan turned his head, his eyes instantly reddened, forcing back his tears.
He couldn't cry; if he cried, his uncle would feel very guilty.
Soon, he handed over the silver coin to Song An, "Uncle, thank you."
Thanks for taking care of him all these years.
Song An patted his shoulder, "No need for thanks, uncle will always be your uncle, no need to be formal."
"Alright." Song Tingfan nodded.
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