The old man paused, his white eyebrows shooting up in irritation as he glared at Lu Chen. “What’s done is done! Didn’t we just talk about this? Mo Nuan visited me recently, and now you bring it up again. What are you trying to imply? Are you doubting your grandfather?”

Mo Nuan felt a twinge of guilt at the old man’s anger and focused on her food, determined not to engage in the conversation.

“Grandpa, I was just asking a question. There’s no need to get so worked up,” Lu Chen replied, feeling something was off. The day Mo Ping Shan’s illness was revealed, the old man’s words to Mo...