This brat, whether it's his appearance or even his personality, is just like me when I was younger.
"He's quite a wife-doting guy." Old Master Yu laughed at him, "But what did you just say? What's this about a great-grandson? Hurry up and confess!"
Yu Lingqian shoved an apple into Old Master Yu's hand, "Then you have to agree to have the surgery first."
Old Master Yu's face stiffened, and he didn't even want to take the apple, "I won't do it! Aren't I just fine now? Why insist on cutting open my chest? I'm a living person. If I go under the knife, even if I don't die, I'll be paralyzed."
Old Master Yu's thinking is a bit old-fashioned, but he does have a point.
These days in hospitals, there are cases where people walk in energetically but leave horizontally, passing away right away afterward.
He'd rather live like this than go through agony before death.
