A group of people sat in the hall, with Mr. Yang and Old Sir Ye being distracted, frequently glancing towards the bedroom, while Mr. Mo finally felt relieved and was in the mood for tea.
Mr. Jiao looked at Mei Lan and then at Lan Tian, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Not long afterward, Ji Feng came out.
"How is it?" Mr. Yang couldn't wait to ask him the result.
"Grandpa is sleeping well." Ji Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, his gaze towards Lan Tian tender enough to be cloying.
With the reassurance that Grandpa Ji was alright, Mr. Yang and Old Sir Ye felt relieved, and the tense atmosphere gradually eased. After a day of worry, both elderly gentlemen showed signs of fatigue, but at last, there was good news, and the group left with smiles.
"Sister, I want to stay here, there are tasty things here." Lan Tian was about to leave with Mr. Mo when suddenly, she heard Little Tao's murmuring in her mind.
