Old Master An watched the interaction between the three of them and called out, "Mulin, come over and sit."
An Mulin withdrew his gaze and walked to Old Master An's bedside.
"Grandfather, how are you feeling?" An Mulin asked.
Old Master An sighed, "What can I say? Just taking it slow to recover."
"Then please take good care of your health, and don't worry about other matters."
"I do want to manage some things now, but I don't have the energy. Whether it's your parents' affairs or company matters, handle them yourselves. I want to listen to Yanyan, take good care of my health, and avoid making her angry."
Old Master An had come to realize that his grandchildren have their own lives, and he, being at the brink of death, didn't need to fret over these matters. He just wanted to live a few more years and protect his precious granddaughter.
