Xia Yinian nodded, no longer looking at Feng Yifan, released the wheelchair, and turned to leave.
No matter how bad Feng Yifan was, this was his grandfather; she realized she was being too petty.
She left the room and turned back to close the door for them.
Feng Yifan shifted his gaze back onto Old Master.
"Grandpa, you came to see me specifically, is there something you need?"
"How's your recent project going?" Old Master asked in a deep voice.
Feng Yifan was a bit confused, when did the old man start caring about his affairs?
"Average, lack of funds." He frowned slightly and said blandly, "So, Grandpa, do you plan to invest?"
Even though he knew it was impossible, Feng Yifan just liked saying it.
"If your product can be accepted by Ah Yen, Grandpa can invest a billion, provided you stop making moves on Nian Nian."
Old Master never took his eyes off Feng Yifan.
