In the following days, perhaps recognizing that Xia Ningxing was truly a kind person, one day, as Ningxing was feeding him, the Mad Old Man suddenly caught her hand in secret and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Girl, thank you."
He was well aware of his own physical condition, which had nearly reached its end. If it hadn't been for her, he figured he would have died long ago.
His speech was steady and serene, not at all like that of a madman.
Indeed, he hadn't gone mad at all!
And from the sound of his voice, Ningxing guessed he wasn't as old as he looked, probably around fifty at most.
Yet she had been calling him grandpa...
Ningxing awkwardly replied, "Uncle, you don't have to be polite with me. We're all people fallen on hard times—no need for past acquaintances!"
While speaking, Ningxing unreservedly patted the back of his hand and changed how she addressed him.
