A limousine was parked in front of the Guangdong Hospital.
Thirty doctors who were the head of each department lined up to escort the Old Man and his grandchild.
Li Fanrong, Old Man Lu had silver hair, a sign of the passing of his age. He was not in his prime, however, he had a strong heart, strong will to live and a stubborn mind. Because of this, even he used a walking stick at the age of 92, no one dared to belittle this old man. Even the Old Xiong, Old Guan, and Patriarch of Tang respected him, never clashing to the Lu's.
So, naturally, his son-in-law, Ming Zhi Yi, could not do anything to him as he took away his grandson.
Old Man Lu looked warmly at his grandson. His grandson was like a replica of his daughter. Silver hair, silver-blue eyes, an angel-like figure.
This grandson of his inherited the natural air of his daughter, a scholar, graceful, sickly air.
