After Mu Wan turned eighteen, she no longer took the living allowance that Wu Kun usually provided, relying instead on sketching to earn a living.
Mu Wan carefully selected fresh fruits and voluntarily brought them to Qin Old Master's hospital room.
"Hello… Excuse me… May I come in?"
Qin Mu was peeling an apple for the Old Master in the hospital when he heard a cool and clean voice from outside the door. He looked up and saw Mu Wan's figure standing there.
Qin Old Master, who was originally pretending to be unwell and lying weakly in the hospital bed, brightened up at the sight of Mu Wan's youthful face framed by her simple white down jacket. His expression lit up with joy, and he excitedly called out.
"Ah, it's Mu Wan, my dear child! Of course, you can come in… Come in and have a seat…"
Mu Wan: "…"
What a kind and warm old grandfather.
Hearing Qin Old Master's greeting, Mu Wan stepped forward, feeling somewhat anxious, like a shy young bride.
