There were three people that Jiang Tingxu had let down in her previous life: Aunt Wen, Old Master Mo, and finally, that child, Ningning.
Jiang Tingxu came to the Mo family when she was six years old. It had been nearly twenty years, but Old Master Mo's love for her had never wavered.
Especially in the past few years, because of her internship, she had less time to return to the old residence. Every time she came back, Old Master Mo was so excited.
"Grandpa, I can do it myself. "
The old man waved his hand:
"No, no. Let the old man do it. Our Tingxu's hands are meant to be used for holding a scalpel to save people. They're very precious. Don't scald them. "
Jiang Tingxu laughed:
"It isn't as serious as grandpa says. Besides, I'm not a child. "
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "In the old man's eyes, all of you are children! "
