"The fever has subsided, hasn't it? Why are you still so pale?" Jun Mochan's hand covered her face.
Ye Ranran felt embarrassed and wanted to push his hand away, but Jun Mochan was quite persistent.
"I'm fine, everyone is still here," Ye Ranran reminded him.
No longer feeling that burning heat, his fingertips were ice cold as they touched her scant clothing, leaving an angry expression on Jun Mochan's face.
"I'll go upstairs first; you guys take your time discussing," Ye Ranran slowly backed away.
"Wear this." Jun Mochan took off his overcoat and draped it over Ye Ranran without allowing any objections.
Feeling the strange looks from those around her, Ye Ranran was about to resist when she caught Jun Mochan's stern expression and silently swallowed her words.
Only after the door to the room had closed did Jun Mochan turn to the person sitting on the sofa, "Grandpa."
"Do you even regard me as your grandfather anymore?" Grandpa Jun scoffed coldly.
