The sight of Li Xiaohui’s condition caused everyone in the tent to fall silent. They looked at him, their faces etched with gravity and confusion. What could possibly be wrong that would leave him so distraught he couldn’t even speak clearly?
Li Xiaohui’s pupils suddenly constricted, and his slight frame began to tremble violently on the straw mat. He grabbed Lin Moyang’s wrist, his nails digging into the skin.
"Quick, save... save my dad, quick..." Li Xiaohui let out an urgent, jagged cry. "My dad went to Qingshuitang to check the water levels, and the ground suddenly collapsed. He fell into the pond. I ran home to get help, and I fell into the floodwaters too."
Chapter 77