Mu Chen was lying on the rocking chair on the balcony, rocking it. When he saw Bei Shuo walk in, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. "It seems like you're not affected. You look good and you're in a good mood."
Bei Shuo looked at Mu Chen in surprise.
She knew that Mu Chen was not seriously ill because Mu Ci was not very worried. However, she did not expect Mu Chen to look so good and be sitting here in such a good mood.
"Grandpa, you made me worry for nothing," she could not help but rebuke.
Mu Chen deliberately turned cold. "You girl! What are you saying? Are you hoping to see an old man panting the moment you come in?"
Bei Shuo smiled and pulled a small stool over to sit beside Mu Chen. She grabbed Mu Chen's wrist to take his pulse and said with a smile, "I'm not looking forward to it so much, but y-you…"
She really did not know what to say.
