After Lin Wenyuan left, Lin Zhennan sighed deeply, his face filled with complex emotions.
At Lin Zhennan's side, the granny softly said, "Master, should we have someone watch over young master Wenyuan?"
"Keep an eye on him," Lin Zhennan said with a bitter face, "to prevent him from doing something foolish."
Lin Wenyuan had only this one son, Lin Qingyun, who was completely spoiled. Now that Lin Wenyuan had failed to persuade him, any outrageous actions could be fully understood.
"I'll make arrangements!"
Saying this, the granny immediately left Lin Zhennan's side.
After the granny had left, Lin Zhennan sighed once again and slowly stood up from the stone table, sadness gradually filling his eyes.
The one to die next was his grandson, how could he not feel heartache?
A moment later, the granny returned to Lin Zhennan's side: "Master, I have made the arrangements."
Lin Zhennan nodded, "Granny, do you think if I found Mu Yingting, he would be interested in this matter?"