The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

"What?!"

Before Xiao Jin could even speak, Yun Ziang let out a strange cry.

He stared at Yun Mingyi in shock. "Uncle, are you speaking Chinese?"

"Why don't I understand?"

What does it mean that his father has a deep connection with Italy's largest mafia organization?

Yun Mingyi turned his head to look at Yun Ziang, his lips pale and his eyes revealing a hint of forbearance. "First of all, you can't stop the bleeding by pinching my wrist like this."

Yun Ziang was taken aback, quickly released his grip, and looked somewhat embarrassed. "Uh, I see."

Yun Mingyi pressed his other hand against the wound and raised his injured hand above his heart.

He asked, "Did you call an ambulance?"

"I called out, I called out," Yun Ziang realized and complained, "Uncle, I'm not that stupid."

Yun Mingyi's lips curled up slightly, but the smile quickly disappeared. He instructed, "Don't tell anyone about this."

"Understood," Yun Zi'ang replied.

"Give me my phone," Yun Mingyi leaned back in his wheelchair, his breathing much weaker. He instructed, "Have Wang Zan follow up on Ziqian's case and update me on the progress. Also, authorize Attorney Li to see Ziqian. Tell Attorney Li to see Ziqian today. Tell Ziqian not to say anything and to stay put. He'll be out soon."

"Check where that message you mentioned came from."

Looking at Yun Mingyi's pale face and weak appearance, Yun Zi'ang felt a little alarmed:

"Alright, alright, I've got it all. Uncle, stop talking and save your energy."

"Uncle, hang in there, the ambulance will be here soon, don't fall asleep."

He spoke anxiously and worriedly.

Instead, Yun Mingyi, who was sitting in a wheelchair and injured, comforted him first, saying, "This amount of bleeding won't kill you."

He was just afraid he would fall into a deep sleep, and by the time he woke up and made the arrangements, it would be too late.

"Let's get things arranged first. My older brother should have started working on it too."

"You must keep this from your grandfather; his health can't take any more strain."

Xiao Jin stared blankly at Yun Mingyi, her lips tightly pursed, a hint of worry and surprise rising in her blinking eyes.

She reached out and poked Yun Mingyi's face. "Little nephew, you're about to faint, why are you still thinking about other people?"

Yun Mingyi's eyes were half-closed, and a very slight smile appeared on his lips: "Xiao Jin, thank you... for saving me. I'll thank you properly after this is all over."

Xiao Jin pursed her lips, stretched out a short finger, and gently poked his brow:

"Stop talking. Let the elders handle this. Xiao Jin will take care of it."

She paused, then added in her childish voice, "You kids are really a handful for Xiaojin."

Yun Mingyi seemed to want to laugh, but his mind was extremely foggy, his eyelids gradually closed, and his head drooped down.

Yun Zi'ang was startled and shouted anxiously, "Uncle! Yun Mingyi! Don't fall asleep!"

He pushed the wheelchair and hurried outside.

Xiao Jin sat in her wheelchair, hands on her hips, and sighed, "My little nephew Ziqian, how come he's just like my eldest nephew?"

As Yun Ziang pushed the wheelchair onto the elevator, he took a moment to retort, "My brother doesn't resemble my dad at all; he's clearly more like my uncle."

Xiao Jin shook her head, her tone serious: "No, that's not it. Ziqian and my nephew are the same kind of people, extremely protective of their own, and easily lose their temper when something happens."

Yun Zi'ang paused, pushing the wheelchair, looked down at himself, then at Xiao Jin: "And me? Who do I look like?"

Xiao Jin looked up at him and made a face: "You look like an idiot."

Yun Ziang choked for a moment.

Just as I was about to retort, my phone rang; it was Uncle Chen calling back.

He quickly answered the phone: "Uncle Chen, is Grandpa awake?"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Chen said, "No, the old man is still sleeping."

Yun Ziang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Don't let him look at his phone today, and don't let him answer any calls."

He wants to keep his brother's affair a secret as long as possible.

Uncle Chen said, "Is it about Young Master Ziqian? Young Master Mingyuan already called last night to give instructions. Don't worry, Young Master Ziang, I will absolutely not let the old man hear a word about it."

"My dad?" Yun Ziang paused. "Did my dad go back?"

Uncle Chen said, "Young Master Mingyuan returned in a hurry last night and left not long after."

As Uncle Chen was speaking, he suddenly heard an ambulance siren on the other end of his phone. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Young Master Zi'ang, why do I hear an ambulance? Who's injured?"

Yun Ziang's expression changed, and he mumbled, "It's nothing, I just ran into him on the way. I'll hang up now."

The ambulance pulled up at the building entrance as soon as the call ended.

Yun Ziang helped the medical staff lift Yun Mingyi into the car, and then followed with Xiao Jin in his arms.

Once in the car, he gently pried open Yun Mingyi's eyelids, used facial recognition to unlock Yun Mingyi's phone, and proceeded to arrange the tasks one by one.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Yun Mingyi was wheeled into the emergency room.

Yun Ziang sat on the bench outside, his legs shaking involuntarily.

Xiao Jin moved closer, placed her small hand on his knee, and whispered, "My nephew Mingyi will be alright."

"Xiao Jin has already filmed his bad side; now he just needs to rest."

Yun Ziang finally managed to steady himself, turned to look at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little Miss, why is it that when something happens to my family, it's always one thing after another?"

Unfortunately, he was a good-for-nothing and could never be of any help.

"Because we're all in the same boat, unlucky souls," Xiao Jin said with a smile. "I originally wanted my nephew to handle this, but he needs a good rest now, so I'll have to rely on Xiao Jin!"

Yun Zi'ang looked at Xiao Jin with some excitement, "Little Aunt, do you have any good ideas?"

Xiao Jin nodded: "Yes. Xiao Jin can go ask that older sister who killed her, that would be fine."

Yun Ziang paused for a second before realizing she was referring to Wen Wen.

Wen Wen is dead, but Xiao Jin can communicate with the spirit world and see ghosts.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a lifeline: "Yes! As long as we find clues about the murderer, my brother can be cleared of suspicion!"

Xiao Jin slid off the chair and patted his knee like a little adult: "You stay here and take care of my nephew Mingyi. I'll be right back."

Yun Zi'ang jumped up: "You're going alone?"

"How can that be?"

"But if you go with him, who will take care of the little nephew?" Xiao Jin asked in confusion.

Yun Zi'ang remembered that Yun Mingyi had just told him not to let anyone else know about this.

He hesitated for a moment, torn between two options, wishing he could split himself in two.

Xiao Jin tugged at Yun Ziang's hand, "Don't worry, I'll have Qiuqiu take me there."

As she spoke, Xiao Jin raised her wrist, tapped her watch, found the contact whose name was a fox emoji, tapped it, and dialed the number.

As soon as the call connected, she said cheerfully, "An'an, come pick up Xiaojin."

Qiu An's voice sounded listless on the other end of the phone: "I'm not going."

"Then I'll go beat you up," Xiao Jin said.

Qiu An was silent for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth and said, "Address."

Xiao Jin chuckled mischievously, held up her watch, stood on tiptoe, and handed it to Yun Ziang, asking him to give her the hospital address.

Twenty minutes later, Qiu An parked his car in front of the hospital with a resentful look on his face.

Yun Ziang opened the back door, lifted Xiao Jin into the car, and then repeatedly instructed Qiu An through the window: "I'm entrusting my little aunt to you. Drive slowly, don't scare her, don't talk back to her, and if she's hungry, take her to eat first. Don't let her run around alone..."

"Never let her walk on the road alone."

"I know, stop nagging," Qiu An interrupted impatiently.

"Grand-nephew, you can go now. Xiao Jin will be back soon!" Xiao Jin waved her little hand at Yun Ziang.

Yun Ziang was still worried, and under Xiao Jin's repeated urging, he walked towards the hospital, looking back every few steps.

Inside the car, Qiu An looked at Xiao Jin in the rearview mirror and said coolly, "What do you want from me? I'm only responsible for protecting Yun Zi'ang, not for being your driver."

Xiao Jin fastened her seatbelt and swung her legs: "Let's go, Xiao Jin wants to go see where that sister died."

Qiu An sighed and started the car: "I've cultivated for hundreds of years, how did I end up with the Yun family?"

Xiao Jin chuckled: "Xiao Jin is helping you, little fox."

"If you accumulate more merit, you won't be struck by lightning so badly next time you undergo tribulation."

Qiu An's face darkened. "You little brat, why do you always say things that hit home?"

Xiao Jin scratched her head, puzzled, and said, "Xiao Jin didn't poke you. Xiao Jin can't reach you."

As she spoke, she stretched out her arm to show that she couldn't reach Qiu An.

She sighed, dejected. "Xiao Jin is too young."

Qiu An was amused by her appearance, "You still know you're young?"

"Hmph," Xiao Jin crossed her arms and pouted, "Xiao Jin will grow up!"

Qiu An smiled and didn't continue arguing with Xiao Jin.

"The crime scene has been cordoned off, and the police won't let anyone in."

"That's why Xiao Jin came to find you," Xiao Jin said with a sly look. "Why don't you take Xiao Jin inside to peek?"