Xu Huo left home in a bit of an unpleasant state that year, and his grandfather didn't open the door to his study for him, instead telling him through the door to go clean his brother's grave.
"I understand," Xu Huo replied through the door, then asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"
"I'm not dead yet," the voice inside the door sounded slightly impatient, "Stop fussing around like an old woman. Are you even a man? Just leave!"
Xu Huo turned and walked downstairs, directly asking his father, "Grandpa is sick?"
Father Xu was somewhat surprised, but then said, "He's been ill for half a year, his legs are weak, and he can't walk. He didn't let me tell you."
Xu Huo paused briefly, "What did the doctor say?"
"It's just that, old age."
At this moment, a familiar figure in a suit and leather shoes walked in from outside.
"Chief Wu."
Chief Wu said cheerfully, "I didn't expect us to meet again in Jing City. I've come to deliver something to you this time."
