"Return the wooden token to me!"
Zhou Qing took a step forward, but without even needing the Tong Family Old Ancestor to take action, Zhou Qing's body was already weak and kneeled on the ground, as if bowing to the Tong Family Old Ancestor.
"Return the wooden token to me, it belongs to the Zhou Family."
Zhou Qing, propping up his body with his hands, raised his head only to vomit another mouthful of blood with a 'wa' sound.
The Tong Family Old Ancestor frowned, squatted down in front of Zhou Qing, and said, "You are gravely injured and beyond cure, give me the command word and I can help to treat your illness."
Zhou Qing managed a smile, knowing he could not reclaim the wooden token from the Tong Family Old Ancestor, so he turned his gaze towards Tong Yao:
"Miss Tong, I know you have a kind heart. Zhou Qing has an insolent request, I wish to ask Miss Zhou to take care of my wife for me."
