Like a person gradually seeing light in the darkness, Wen Zhanyan's tired tone became cheerful.
Yu Anwan's tightly clenched heart also relaxed. It was as if her whole body had eased after speaking those words.
"Thank you, Auntie," Wen Zhanyan spoke again.
"Mm," Yu Anwan nodded. "Zhanyan, don't let your imagination run wild. Your great-grandfather will be fine."
After all, Professor Grace had already personally agreed, so there was no way Wen Zhanming could be in any danger.
Yu Anwan's eyes dimmed slightly, and a hint of complexity flickered in her gaze, but it quickly disappeared.
Then, without saying anything more, Yu Anwan handed the phone back to Yu Xiaobao.
In Yu Xiaobao's grape-like bright eyes, a trace of excitement couldn't be contained.
Then, Yu Xiaobao immediately reassured Wen Zhanyan over the phone, "Brother Zhanyan, don't worry. Professor Grace will come!"