After the younger generation had left, the smiles on their faces gradually faded, and the atmosphere became a bit solemn.
"Old Jiao, we've known each other for decades now, haven't we? Back on the battlefield, you were notorious for your fiery temper. How come you've mellowed out in just a few days?" Old Sir Ye was right; these elders had known each other for many years and could easily tell if one was troubled.
"Yeah, Old Jiao, what is there that we brothers can't discuss? If something's troubling you at home, tell us about it. It's better than worrying by yourself," Mr. Yang also pressed for answers.
These past few days, Mr. Jiao had people searching high and low, yet nothing useful was found. Old Ye and Old Yang were right; seeking help wasn't his forte, but they were proficient at it.
