"Grandpa."
Lin Qingluo was emotionally complex, not moving a step.
"Sister, go back."
Mu Fan saw his sister, his eyes lit up, revealing a touch of warmth on his icy and indifferent face.
"Mu Fan?"
Lin Qingluo turned her head, met his gaze, her concern was written all over her face.
"I can handle it, trust me."
Mu Fan was calm, a charming curve formed at the corner of his lips as he comforted her.
"Okay."
Lin Qingluo was at a loss for some reason, inexplicably felt reassured, and subconsciously wanted to believe him.
"Sister, let's just wait and see."
Lin Jinxu quietly approached, tugged at his sister's sleeve, and gave her a calm look: "We are all here, we can't let Mu Fan suffer."
"Hmm."
Lin Qingluo felt slightly relieved, and followed her second brother back to their grandmother's room, looking at the center of the small courtyard through the window.
