Xiao Man's words exploded in the room like a clap of thunder. Zhang Yang abruptly threw off the covers to get out of bed, but was held down by Li Lei.
"What's the rush? Cheng Yue said you still need to rest." Li Lei looked at him with worry in her eyes, afraid that Zhang Yang wouldn't heed the advice.
The others echoed her sentiment, "Since Aunt Yun and Xia Xue saw it, they'll definitely come over. Let's wait for them to arrive first."
It was only then that Zhang Yang realized his movements were too hasty. The wound on his chest throbbed with a dull pain, a scar left by the collapse of the cave.
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and leaned back against the headboard, but his gaze remained fixed on the doorway.
His mind was a tumultuous sea.
Although none of them had ever met his grandfather, not even Xiao Man.
They had seen photos of his grandfather.
Zhang Yang knew that if Xiao Man wasn't confident, she wouldn't have rushed back to tell him about this.
