Originally, it was just a bold idea of hers; she was fine, so Weisheng Yueren must be fine, too. But now, seeing the old master's face showing little sign of sorrow, she instantly confirmed her speculation was correct. Otherwise, if the only grandson were in trouble, the old man would surely be devastated.
The old master glared and pretended to scold, "Haven't I told you? Just call me Grandpa, what's with this 'Weisheng Grandpa'? Sounds so unpleasant."
Qinghe smiled, accepting this.
The old master sat by the bed, took Qinghe's hand, his face full of affection; "Child, you've suffered, it's all that good-for-nothing boy's fault. You look pale and you've lost weight, you need to nourish yourself properly."
