Following Sheng Jianan into Mr. Sheng's hospital room, the elderly man on the bed looked much more weathered, with an oxygen tube still in his nose. Seemingly hearing the commotion, the old man opened his eyes and shakily pointed to the seat beside him. Before Tang Yanqi could react, Sheng Jianan had already pulled her down to sit on the chair.
Mr. Sheng reached out to Tang Yanqi, who quickly extended her hand. The old, weathered hand gripped hers tightly, squeezing hard. Tang Yanqi felt that the elder seemed to want to say something to her, but couldn't express it, so he could only hold her hand like this.
She was a smart girl and understood that the only thing the old man could be worried about was her and Sheng Jianan. Tang Yanqi tightened her grip on his hand and smiled, "Grandpa, Jianan and I are very well."
