After exchanging a few pleasantries with Old Alpharetta, Ruan Qi invited the father and son to sit down.
Once Old Alpharetta was seated, he glanced at the imposing Xi Jiu sitting in the chair. "Mr. Xi, may I ask how your grandfather is doing?"
"He's doing very well." The cold man replied with a polite, detached tone. "Thank you for keeping my grandfather in your thoughts, Mr. Alpharetta."
A smile appeared on Old Alpharetta's handsome face.
"In the past, I didn't know better. Eldest Mr. Xi taught me so much and helped me greatly. Mr. Xi, please convey my affectionate regards to him. Little Alpharetta misses him dearly."
"Alright," Xi Jiu nodded faintly. "Grandfather will be very happy."
A trace of nostalgia flickered in Old Alpharetta's emerald green eyes.
He indulged in a moment of retrospection before wrapping up the topic and turning his gaze toward the bedridden Ruan Qi.
