Driving back to the hospital, inside the ward, Qin Yuji was peeling an apple with a fruit knife for the elderly couple, while Old Madam Chi watched on with a smile on her face, radiating kindness.
"Grandma, even though you refused to tell me what exactly happened, I believe it must involve someone from our own family, since you would not get so angry with an outsider," Qin Yuji reasoned gently.
As she looked down at the apple with a long peel hanging from it, Qin Yuji softly suggested, "But grandma, each generation has its own luck. Jing Xuan is all grown up now. Let him handle the storms outside. You and grandpa should just enjoy your blessings, don't you think?"