Hearing this, Li Chengyun's expression slightly changed, waiting for Shi Yuhuan to continue talking.
Shi Yuhuan sat down across from him, his fingers lightly tapping out a rhythm like a piece of music, "He cautioned me about my grandfather. To be honest, I don't really understand the meaning of these four characters he wrote. Logically, he supposed to warn Han Qianqian with them. But why did he write it on my hand and claim he was confused? No, I can assure you that he was sober at that time. He meant it for me."
Li Chengyun's expression suddenly became serious: "Do you suspect your grandfather?"
Shi Yuhuan didn't deny it, nor admit it, he simply said, "Some things may be puzzling to those directly involved, but clear to spectators, so I wanted to tell you and hear your opinion."
Li Chengyun sat upright, "You are referring to the incident when you were ten years old."
