Aunt Zhu glanced at the old man who had finally calmed down his nerves. She covered the man and asked worriedly, "Old master, you should stop worrying about the girl. Your health is only deteriorating by thinking too much…"
Luo Qintian sighed and murmured, "It seems like I can't hold on for long." The man turned to the clock on the door and murmured, "What about his whereabouts?"
"We don't know yet. Lixiang didn't withdraw money from his account." She felt sad when she mentioned him. As her eyes met Luo Qintian's, she said in remorse and regret, "Such a bright child. Just what went wrong?"
The old man closed his eyes. His old wrinkled hands clutched the blanket as he whispered, "It is his fate. After all, the priest has said he will bring down our family. In the end, it came true." As his eyelids opened, there was faint hatred and anger for his grandson.
