His weathered pupils sharply fixated on Nangong Zhongli.
Suddenly, he sighed helplessly.
"Butler, have someone book two tickets to return home."
"Sir, are you...are you going back home? Your health..."
"I'm fine, hurry up!" he ordered sternly.
The butler could only nod.
Nangong Zhongli grasped Nangong Jinlie's somewhat aged hand, her heart tense with unease, even fear, yet a flicker of hope pushed her to maintain her calm facade.
She whispered, "Grandfather...I...are you really..."
However, the words Nangong Jinlie spoke left her utterly shocked.
"Zhongli, when you make a mistake, you must face the consequences! Do you think you can solve the problem by running away like this?"
Nangong Zhongli suddenly released the old man's hand.
