Zhou Yu glanced indifferently at Ye Mengyun before walking past her into the room.
Ye Mengyun breathed heavily in anger.
For some reason, she felt infuriated whenever she looked at Zhou Yu.
She wasn't usually like this.
Zhou Yu approached Ye Zhongshan's sickbed, and Ye Zhongshan chuckled.
"Zhou Yu, don't mind her. That girl is too young and always takes things too seriously," he said.
"Everyone must face death. At my age, I have long since come to terms with it. Zhou Yu, you can treat me with ease."
True to a great man's character, his few words instantly eased the awkward atmosphere and reassured Zhou Yu considerably.
Zhou Yu also admired this internally.
This Ye Zhongshan was indeed extraordinary. Setting aside his martial arts prowess, just this demeanor alone reminded him of the old man he had seen.
In certain respects, Ye Zhongshan indeed had some similarities with that old man.
Zhou Yu thus couldn't help but feel a sense of fondness for him.
He smiled and said,