"We've arrived. This is my father's courtyard," Jin Yicheng said.
Looking at the simple courtyard, Mu Qianyue felt even more bitterness and coldness in her heart.
"It's my fault, being the head of the Mu family but unable to provide my father with a comfortable courtyard, leaving him to live here," Jin Yiran sighed, his tone full of self-reproach.
"Brother, it's not your fault." Remembering those people, Jin Yicheng's gaze turned cold involuntarily.
"Family Head, Sixth Elder? Why have you come?" A middle-aged man walked out from the house, approached Jin Yiran and Jin Yicheng, and clasped his hands in greeting.
"How is father? Is he okay?" Jin Yiran asked.
"Same as always," the middle-aged man sighed lightly.
Seeing Mu Qianyue curiously observing the middle-aged man, Jin Yicheng could not help but explain, "Father became paralyzed, unable to walk. This is my brother's trusted aide, named Xu Lun. He's been taking care of Father all these years."
