Mu Xingfeng reached into his pocket and pulled out a small booklet that had been warmed by his body heat throughout the journey, tossing it in front of Old Mr. Mu.
Mu Wanxin, who was peeling an apple for Old Mr. Mu, was startled by his crude action and was about to lose her temper when she heard Mu Xingfeng speak.
"Grandpa, aren't you tired of talking like this?"
Seeing the two bright red booklets, Old Mr. Mu's face also turned rosy, and he sat up with a jolt.
"Hahaha, you little rascal, if it weren't for me, would you have gotten these booklets so quickly?"
Mu Wanxin looked at the two, holding her apple, completely baffled.
"Grand... Grandpa, you... you're not sick?"
Now looking at Old Mr. Mu, his face was glowing, his eyes were full of energy, where was the earlier look of weakness and fatigue?
