Watching the old man nod with a grief-stricken expression, Su Qianqian finally succumbed to the blow. Clutching the red jade, she fainted.
Xu Luo caught Su Qianqian, then looked up at the old man and complained, "You were too direct. She can't handle a blow like that."
The old man sighed, his face bitter. "Don't you think I know that? But we truly have no time to waste. Young man, as Qianqian's grandfather, I'm begging you. You must help her."
"Don't worry," Xu Luo said. "I've told you, Qianqian is my friend. I will definitely help her."
"No, what I mean is, from now on... I'm entrusting Qianqian to you."
The old man coughed twice, a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He smiled bitterly. "Qianqian, this child... she's never suffered any hardships in her life. She can be a bit willful, a bit mischievous, but her heart isn't bad. I hope you can treat her well in the future."
