"Do you think your grandfather was wrong, too? Perhaps I really was, haha—!" he laughed helplessly, his voice tinged with bitterness.
Leaning on a cane, Old Master Qin slowly made his way toward the Audi A6 the butler was driving up.
"Grandpa, take it slow! Let me help you!" Surprised by the Old Master's words, Qin Moran snapped out of her daze and hastened to support him.
The understated Audi A6 drove slowly out of the military hospital. Seated alone in the back, Old Master Qin hadn't said a word since getting into the car. He gazed out the window at the swiftly passing streetscape, his old brows tightly furrowed.
