"What's the matter?" Ke Yongjia was taken aback.
"Eight or nine out of ten, just short of final confirmation. If it's true, then at least we should be grateful that Shaojie left behind a descendant." Pei Qingyuan sighed with a rather complicated feeling, and wasn't it just as Zhang Min had said, 'Hoping he is, yet hoping he isn't'?
But if not, could they find him in their lifetime?
After listening to Pei Qingyuan briefly explain the cause and effect, Ke Yongjia didn't know how to comfort him. One of the greatest pains in life is when the elderly have to send off the young, and any comfort in words feels feeble under such immense grief.
"Old Pei." Ke Yongjia could only pat his shoulder with mixed feelings and let out a sigh as well.
"I'm afraid I can't entertain you much today; the person might be brought over at any minute." Seeing the clock hand slowly moving towards ten thirty, Pei Qingyuan apologetically smiled at Ke Yongjia.
