Illness

"That's right. It's a pity that you two are not meant to be together." He Wei pursed her lips and smiled. She looked at He Miao with the love of an older sister. "I wonder what kind of outstanding person you'll marry in the future."

Hearing this, Jing Yan felt uncomfortable. He knew that He Miao did not like him, and He Wei's words were like a knife to his heart. His expression grew colder. "You've been coming to my house a lot recently."

He Wei was stunned by his words and her mouth twitched in embarrassment. "I'm worried about Grandpa Jing's health. Besides, I'm usually busy with work and don't have time to visit my sister, so I came here to try my luck."

"Jing Yan." Old Master Jing put down his teacup slowly and interrupted, "She's a guest. We should welcome her since she's willing to come and see me."

He Wei did not expect Old Master Jing to help her out. She nodded and said sweetly, "As long as Grandpa Jing welcomes me, I'll come to see you often."