"No problem." Shen Yan said in a calm voice, "A'er, go and get some information from Ada about how Jian Qing is doing now."
A'er hesitated, "But what about the eldest young master?"
"Don't worry, even if he knows, he won't say much." Shen Yan replied.
Having spoken, he turned his gaze out of the window. The sky was getting darker, and the rain was pounding harder, making it difficult to breathe.
...
The sky was lightly dawning, the sun was rising, and New Year's Eve had arrived.
On this day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the Quan Family was shrouded in gloom.
In the quiet corridor, hurried footsteps echo chaotically.
"Grandpa, take it slow!"
Jian Luo was supporting Grandpa Jian, reminding him gently.
But Grandpa Jian didn't have time for his words, he was deeply concerned about Jian Qing.
The group of four people included Mo Xiao and Bai Jue.
