Dad glanced at Mom, and after exchanging a look, they slowly spoke.

"The illness has worsened. Today, I coughed up blood. The doctor said I could die at any time."

The more Dad spoke, the happier he seemed, almost grinning from ear to ear.

I felt a bit sad, not for the man, but for the uncertainty of life, reminding me to cherish those around me.

I handed Dad the hot milk on the coffee table. "Sun Wenle, does he know?"

Dad shook his head, a hint of a cold smile on his lips.

"I told him to get a thorough check-up, but he brushed it off, saying it was just from drinking too much."

Dad had a look that said, "I warned him, but he didn't listen," without blaming me.

I glared at him. "No more drinking, and you must quit smoking. Sun Wenle is in the late stage of cancer in his twenties. You must take care of yourself."

Dad hesitated for a moment, seeming reluctant.

Mom slammed her hand on the table. "Quit, you must quit. If you're not here, what will we do? Everyone will bully us, mother and daughter."

As soon as Mom finished speaking, Dad's face turned red instantly, as if he could see the scene of us being bullied.

With parents around, Sun Wenle dared to bully me. If he's gone, the outcome is unimaginable.

He looked serious. "Alright, I'll not only quit smoking and drinking but also exercise. I will protect both of you, mother and daughter."

"No, you all have to exercise with me and carry some self-defense items."