Xia Yinian never expected that Grandpa would want to go to the back mountain, not the backyard.
Looking at the rows of wooden cabins in front of her, she blinked her lips, feeling a bit puzzled.
"Grandpa." Xia Yinian stopped and softly called out, "Do we still need to continue forward?"
"Yes." Old Master nodded, "Nian Nian wants to find out something, doesn't she?"
"The kidnapping of Lady Qing?" Xia Yinian quickly remembered.
But didn't she say to let it go? What Feng Yifan uses is poison, not medicine. Using poison to force confessions, she really can't do it.
"Yes, Yifan has a way, you don't need to worry." Old Master pressed a button, and the wheelchair continued forward.
Xia Yinian's hands remained on the wheelchair's handles, and as it moved, she could only keep stepping forward.
"Is it really okay?" She murmured, her voice low.
Although she wasn't directly involved, Xia Yinian still felt a bit guilty.
