Even if the chatter among the servants at the Fang mansion was relatively hushed, there was still an overwhelming number of them whispering. A few stray comments did manage to reach Lin Shu's ears.
Lin Shu barely maintained her composed exterior, but even if she couldn't, she had to try her best to do so. After all, she was in front of Grandpa Fang, whose health was seriously deteriorating. She couldn't add any more troubles to concern him, risking his peace of mind and health recovery.
Fang Zhi's expression wasn't much better. His gaze swept around the room, not resting until the servants' voices had entirely vanished.
Only when Grandpa Fang had steadied himself and chatted with Su Wenjing for a while did he finally take his seat at the head of the table.
"Daughter-in-law, I've specially prepared this nourishing soup for you. Please, have a taste," Grandpa Fang pointed at a clay pot on the dining table.