Everyone's attention was on Lan Tian, and Mei Lan was hiding behind Mr. Jiao, so no one noticed her unusual complexion.
Lan Tian sat on the chair brought over by Ji Feng, her gaze calm as she looked towards Mr. Ji, "Grandpa, give me your hand."
"Xiao Lan, you should call me Grandpa as well," Ji Feng suddenly chimed in with inspiration. Lan Tian rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Mr. Ji slightly narrowed his eyes, seemingly oblivious to the flirting going on right under his nose, and obediently extended his hand, placing it on the bedsheet. Lan Tian's fingers touched his wrist, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room tensed up, with all eyes falling on the slender hand on Mr. Ji's wrist.
Mr. Ji felt a cool stream of energy flowing into his body from Lan Tian's fingertips, a flicker of astonishment crossed the depths of his eyes, but it vanished in an instant. With the energy flowing into him, the inhuman torture he had endured for many years seemed to ease significantly.
