Qiao Xiaon'an rose from the stone bench, wanting to help the old master of the Yun Family. However, he also had risen, so she quickly circled the stone table and went over to support him by his arm, saying, "Grandpa, let me help you back."
"Grandpa is still strong." The old master gently waved off her hand, a kindly smile appeared in his normally somber gaze as it fell on her face, "Right now, I don't need help. But don't worry, I hope that when the day comes that I can't walk anymore, you, Amo, and Jiaru will be by my side."
Qiao Xiaon'an nodded happily, "Rest assured Grandpa, I will always be with you."
The old master nodded, and the two left the pavilion side by side.
Qiao Xiaon'an suddenly became curious, "Grandpa, there's something I've never dared to ask Amo."
"What is it?"
"Amo's father…"
As soon as she mentioned this, the old master's brows furrowed with tension.
