"I know this time it was entirely that boy's own fault."
"But—"
Old Zhou smiled bitterly. "What can I do?"
"He's my son."
"Xiao Xiao, could you help him for Grandpa Zhou's sake?"
The old man's eyes were filled with earnest pleading.
"Grandpa Zhou, how can you be sure I can help him?"
The old man's persistence left Xiao Xiao somewhat puzzled.
Had the old man really been so "at the end of his rope" that he would desperately beg anyone who had even the slightest chance of helping his son?
"You helped Old Mu's son."
And based on what he knew, "The trouble Xiao Mu ran into was very similar to what my son is facing now."
"Xiao Mu couldn't come up with the money, so the other party demanded Old Mu's Ancient Wood Xuan."
"Now my son can't come up with the money, so the other party wants my son to spend several months in the hospital."
"Those situations are very similar, aren't they?"
It was precisely because of the striking similarity between the two incidents that he had placed such great hopes in Xiao Xiao. That was why, after failing to get an answer from Old Xiao, he had gone straight to Xiao Xiao's school.
"Since you were able to solve Old Mu's son's problem, then..."
Old Zhou looked seriously at Xiao Xiao. "You should be able to solve my son's problem too."
"Right?"
"Their circumstances are so similar..."
Xiao Xiao's silence made the old man increasingly anxious, and his words became somewhat incoherent.
"...Xiao Xiao, please help Grandpa Zhou."
"Please help Grandpa Zhou's son."
"Please."
" Hiss~"
Little White Fox lifted its eyelids halfway and glanced at the old man before lazily closing them again.
The atmosphere around them grew somewhat cold.
Xiao