He didn't respond, just looked at the elderly man, waiting for him to continue speaking.
As expected, after the old man sighed while looking up at the sky, he returned his gaze to him and said, "But coming here to vent your anger isn't going to solve the problem."
Lan Mu felt a jolt in his heart and asked nervously, "What do you mean?"
The old man said, "Zaozao sent me a message."
With that, he took out his cellphone, opened WeChat, and showed Lan Mu the message Yan Zao had sent him.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I have let you down again."
The brief sentence, sent at noon, which meant it was before Yan Zao had gone to see him, Lan Mu held his phone and stared blankly at the twelve words Yan Zao had sent to the old man.
His hands trembled slightly.
The old man hadn't replied to Yan Zao.
The old man's voice rose again, slowly, "Grandpa can tell that you care about Zaozao, otherwise I wouldn't have tried so hard to get you two together."
Lan Mu looked up in surprise, "Grandpa."
