Old Master Li sighed and said, "There's no other choice... By the way, Yanchen, is your eyesight getting any better? It's been a few days now."
"Almost... I can already see some light, but it's still a bit blurry. It seems to be in the recovery stage."
"That's good, that's good. Good boy, get better quickly... Take a look at your little cousin thirty years apart; he's truly like a little kitten... But he's not bad, just a bit fragile."
Li Yanchen's lips twitched slightly. "You can look at him yourself, Grandpa. I'm not interested... That's it, I'm hanging up."
A cousin thirty years apart, huh.
He didn't care much to see Li Qing's offspring.
After hanging up the phone, Li Yanchen turned and strode out of the room.
The road ahead was clear...
Until he reached the stairs, Li Yanchen held onto the wall and slowly walked down, step by step.
Su Nuannuan heard the footsteps, hurriedly got up from the couch, and went over to support him.
