A Soul-Searching Interrogation

"…??"

Nian Xiaomu raised her head and before she could ask what was wrong with Yu Yuehan, she realized that her grandfather's gaze had shifted from Mo Yongheng to her.

Her nerves, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again.

Pursing her lips, she cleverly changed the subject. "Grandfather, you've been sitting outside for so long. Shall I wheel you back to your room to rest?"

She had just gone forward to grab onto the handle of his wheelchair when Mo Chengxian raised his hand to gesture for her to wait a moment.

He then looked up slowly at Mo Yongheng.

"Elderly head." Mo Yongheng went forward without any hesitation and stood before him.

Mo Chengxian's eyes sized him up.

It had been three years.

He had been unconscious most of the time because of his illness, but it did not mean that he felt nothing at all.

Every time he woke up, the only person by his side had been Mo Yongheng.