Fan Mu panted with some effort, took a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead. It took him a long while to calm down somewhat.
Shu Yimo's eyes filled with a hint of concern as he stared steadily at Fan Mu—
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? How did you... How did it come to this?"
Fan Mu steadied himself with his hand and let out a fearless laugh before comforting him, "It's nothing, I just wasn't feeling well for a while, but after some rest, I'm much better."
"You should take better care of your health."
"When you're old... almost eighty years old, I've lived long enough."
Fan Mu spoke calmly, his eyes shifting to Shu Yimo, "You know about the matter between Ling Jue and Bai Xiexie, right?"
Shu Yimo certainly knew what Fan Mu was referring to, and a cool smile appeared on his face—
"Actually, I hope that Grandpa Fan won't mention them in front of me anymore, okay?"
