After leaving the meeting room, Lin Zifeng hurried to the Nantian Gang headquarters to check on Mu Yang's situation.
As expected, at this moment, Mu Yang was in low spirits, looking utterly dejected.
When she saw Lin Zifeng, she merely glanced up at him without saying a word.
"Everyone dies eventually, but I won't let your grandfather die in vain."
In the room, Mu Yang sat by the edge of the bed, with dishes that had gone cold on the small wooden table in front of her. Perhaps Mu Liancheng's death had taken away her appetite.
"Don't be sad. There's still a long way to go. Do you plan on living like this forever? If your grandfather were watching over you from above, imagine how heartbroken he would be seeing you like this."
Lin Zifeng continued to console her.
But Mu Yang's beautiful face still showed no color.
"It seems you haven't understood what I mean. How about I tell you a story?"
Lin Zifeng shrugged and smiled.
"What story?"
