Afraid of pulling the old man's hair painfully, she immediately loosened her grip and withdrew her hand.
Looking at the two white hairs in her palm, Xia Yinian bit her lip, casually wiped her eyes, and clasped the old man's hand.
"Grandpa, if you don't wake up soon, Nian Nian will be all alone." As she spoke, Xia Yinian put the hand holding the white hair into her pocket.
Taking a deep breath, Xia Yinian stood up and took out her phone.
At the moment she turned around, the old man's hand she had been holding, his index finger moved slightly.
Xia Yinian was dialing a phone number, not noticing this crucial movement.
"Hello." She softly called out as she approached the window.
"What's up?" Qin Yiheng's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I'm at the Feng Family home. The few seconds Grandpa struggled the day of the incident, was it out of excitement or fear?" Xia Yinian asked in a low voice.
