Luo Ziling left home around nine o'clock to go to Yang Qingyin's place.
The words Luo Liansheng said to him tonight put a bit of pressure on Luo Ziling. Seeing the worried look on his face, Yang Qingyin, who had just finished bathing and was now in pajamas, asked with a slight frown, "What's wrong, are you troubled? Or just too tired?"
"It's nothing," Luo Ziling shook his head, "I talked about many things with my mom and grandpa around dinner time."
"What did you talk about?" Yang Qingyin asked curiously, "Were they heavy topics?"
"Some were, some weren't!" Luo Ziling sighed and reached out to pull Yang Qingyin into his arms, "We all feel that your dad and brother are brewing something big, and they might reveal it soon. By then, things could get complicated. Hasn't my grandpa recently gone to help with your grandpa's treatment?"
Yang Qingyin nodded, "I accompanied your grandpa there, they had dinner together and drank quite a bit."
