Fu Cai went to persuade the old man but, seeing how furious he was, feared for his health.
"Grandpa, please calm down, don't get so upset."
Qin Jin also walked over and yanked Fu Shilv away.
Sheng Youxia's lips quivered, not knowing what to say, as if she were the one who needed comforting the most.
Grandpa sat down in a chair and only after taking a few sips of tea did he begin to regain his composure.
"Xiaxia, don't be angry, don't be in a rush, Grandpa is here."
Sheng Youxia just kept shaking her head; she wasn't in a hurry, all she wanted was for Grandpa to take good care of his health.
But at that moment, she found she couldn't speak, as if her throat were stuffed with cotton.
She was as aloof as water and just as unyielding, but she saw the pain in Qin Jin's eyes, the pity in Fu Cai's eyes, and the complex depths in Fu Shilv's.
Overwhelmed by all these emotions, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes suddenly reddened.
No, she didn't want to cry at all.