When Baili Xia arrived at the main house, the old man had already had lunch and was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
His eyes had long been affected by presbyopia, and he had to wear glasses to read the newspaper.
Baili Xia saw this scene from afar and couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.
Grandpa, he's really aged.
But up until now, she still couldn't recognize him, couldn't truly fulfill her filial duty.
After watching in the courtyard for a moment, Baili Xia finally lifted her somewhat heavy steps and headed towards the hall.
"Sir Bei, is your health better today?"
Before she reached the hall, she took the initiative to speak up.
Afraid of startling him, Baili Xia didn't forget to remind him softly as she entered.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Baili Xia, his eyes full of a joyful smile.
"Why did you come over so quickly? Don't you rest at noon."
