"Grandfather, it's my fault for being unfilial. I've been worrying since I was young."
"Did you take the wrong medicine tonight? Why are you so clingy!" The Old Master really couldn't take it anymore and reached out to push Fu Sinian. "You've been busy all night. Hurry, wash up and sleep."
"Okay, it's still early. You should sleep a little longer too."
"I'll sleep as soon as you leave. Don't disturb me here. Go."
Fu Sinian got up, turned off the lights, and walked out slowly.
It was five-thirty in the morning. He didn't feel sleepy at all.
Looking in the direction of the second floor, he hesitated.
In the end, he couldn't help but step onto the stairs.
That night, Shi Qian had nightmares.
She kept dreaming of the chandelier falling!
She had woken up a few times.
When she finally fell asleep, she started dreaming again.
