"No, no!" Ye Jian immediately shook her head and refused. She glanced at the kitchen and bit her lip. "I'll do it myself. You can rest for a while first."
"Go, child. You have my support. Don't worry about your father." Seeing that Ye Jian had agreed, the old man smiled. His heart ached for his granddaughter who didn't have her parents' protection since she was young. This was something his son had to suffer. He had to let his son bear it himself!
Ye Jian and Mr. Fu sat in the chess room where the old man usually used to rest. It was also the lounge where Li Jinnian and Ye Jian sat when he brought her home for the first time.
The sliding door of the lounge was closed tightly. Only faint sounds could be heard outside. The old man was sitting in the living room. Occasionally, he would glance at the lounge. His weathered face was as calm as a mountain. There was no worry on his face.
