Elder Shen quickly changed his words, "If you can fix them, that would be such a meritorious thing to do!"

"Merit? Grandfather, what are the two of you talking about?"

A boy walked in holding one bag in each hand.

"Oh? Xun's here!" Elder Shen's eyes lit up. He looked at Song Yaoyao with a meaningful gaze and waved at Shen Xun. "Hurry over and sit down."

Grandfather Shen's passionate greeting made Shen Xun a little uncomfortable.

He raised an eyebrow and walked over to sit down.

He then greeted smoothly, "Big Bro, you're here too?"

Slap—

Elder Shen huffed and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Why are you calling her Big Bro?!"

You should make her your girlfriend instead!

...

Song Yaoyao didn't visit Elder Shen for long. The old man promised to contact her after he found her some clients.

At this time of day, Elder Huo was having his afternoon nap, so Song Yaoyao did not disturb him.

Instead, she went to visit Song Wenchuan first.

After applying acupuncture, the man lay peacefully in his bed, breathing long steady breaths.

There was a pink scar on his forehead and his chest heaved with every breath.

If one didn't look at him carefully, they may have thought he was dead.

Even the machinery connected to his body was quiet without any reaction.

Song Yaoyao held onto a book and sat quietly by his side.

The weather was good today, so the window was open. Every now and then, the temperature increased a little.

Sunlight filled the room, dissipating the scent of disinfectant.

The man's eyes were shut tightly. He had lost a lot of weight, and his powerful aura had disappeared. All that was left was a sick and pale body.

Click—

The room door was pushed open.

Song Yaoyao glanced over. The middle-aged man who entered looked like he had clearly aged.

In the past, he had Song Wenchuan to share the burden. Now, everything was on his shoulders.

After flying back and forth, today was the first day that he got some time to rest, so he decided to visit Song Wenchuan.

There were a lot of bodyguards outside. On the way home, Zhou Manli complained in her high-pitched tone that Song Yaoyao was always opposing her. She even got people to guard Song Wenchuan's room and not let her in.

But...

Song Rui did not get angry. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Zhou Manli loved her son, but her love was sometimes too extreme. If they left her alone with Song Wenchuan, who knew what stupid thing she would do.

He felt a lot more comfortable with Song Yaoyao by his side.

It was strange. This daughter whom he didn't usually like was beginning to feel more and more foreign.

After their eyes met, he quietly looked away.

Song Yaoyao stood up. She placed a bookmark in her book and shoved it into her backpack.

She nodded slightly and quietly left Song Rui's side.

"You..." he opened his mouth but closed it back up.

Meanwhile, Song Yaoyao completely ignored him, walked out of the room, and headed for the elevator.

Song Rui quickly looked at Song Wenchuan and breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yaoyao took good care of him. This daughter who he barely noticed and treated like an invisible person, turned out to be the one who visited Song Wenchuan the most often.

In comparison, Song Jingwan who always clung to Song Wenchuan refused to visit at all.

"Yaoyao..."

Song Rui huffed and puffed. Just before Song Yaoyao boarded her car, he caught up to her.

"What's the matter?"

Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes cautiously and blocked in front of Song Yaoyao.

Song Rui rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "You and Jingwan are celebrating your birthdays in two days' time. We are planning to host a birthday party for you, and we would like to invite your classmates as well as friends with who I do business. Will you come?"