Chapter 347: On the plane of Mr. Miyagi's sick man, the air of Miyagi was tense at night, and his anxieties and worries were clearly visible in his ink eyes. The man's mood had never been visible, but now Cheng Li-yue felt his nervousness.

Mr. Miyagi was already old, and coughing up blood was such a serious matter. Why didn't he worry about it?

Sitting on the sofa, Cheng Liyue reached out silently to grasp his big palm, looked at her at the side of the sky at night, pulled out her hand, instead grabbed her shoulder and comforted her, "I'm all right."

"Grandpa Palace will be fine." Cheng Liyue...