As Long Haochen surveyed the ruined surroundings, Yang Haohan let out a helpless sigh, “I will be arranging people to put everything back in order.”
“Grandpa Yang, goodbye, Grand…father, good bye.” Long Haochen performed a knight’s salute before turning around and leaving.
Seeing his unsteady steps, Long Tianying slowly closed his eyes, his breathing visibly perturbed.
“Old fellow, you have to give him some time. It’s already hard enough for him to accept this calmly.” Yang Haohan spoke regretfully.
Long Tianying let out a sigh, “You don’t understand. He’s the same as his father. The more he remains silent about a matter, the more it means he’s concerned. This grandson is quite a difficult one.”
