There Was Still Hope

"Old Fu." Old Master Liu held Mr. Fu's hand with a serious expression. "Do your best. I'm only this much of a grandson, and I'm counting on him to let me carry this grandson of mine in the future!"

Mr. Fu looked down and patted Old Master Liu's hands, "I will do my best. Don't worry. As for whether it will be alright, it depends on the will of the heavens."

Old Master Liu nodded and didn't say anything else.

Yes, do your best and do as you're told.

If Old Fu could not cure Ji Wanzhou's illness, then no one could.

After dinner, Old Bai drove back to the Fu Family's villa with Wu Tie, Meng Qingge, and Mr. Fu in tow.

After sending Mr. Fu home, Old Bai made his way back to the villa on the mountainside.

When he arrived at the villa, there was already someone waiting for him in the hall.

It was Ji Wanzhou who found him to shave his head. He could be considered Ji Wanzhou's personal barber.