The next day, after breakfast, Sun Jiaming asked Guan Yicai about his plans.
"I'm at an age where I could be in my coffin any day now. What plans could I possibly have? My only worry is for this child, Feng Ling. Jia Ming, you and Li Zhi are both good people. This old man is going to swallow his pride and ask one thing of you. I'm not asking for anything else. In the future, if Feng Ling can't get by, I beg you to lend her a hand. Don't let people bully her. This old grandpa thanks you."
Guan Yicai truly had no plans for himself. Just as he said, he was old; his only concern was for his granddaughter.
Sun Jiaming and Li Zhi both nodded.
"Grandpa, don't say that. You're not going to die."
Feng Ling shook her head, her eyes red-rimmed.
