Yang Yizhi has indeed made painstaking plans for Su Tianyang.
He secretly paid attention to Su Mo's every move, and surreptitiously helped Su Mo perfect his entire life plan.
Hoping that he could live a life without disease or disaster, and be safe and sound.
This dedication is indeed praiseworthy.
Su Mo nodded, "Uncle Yang, truly you had our best interests at heart."
"Yes, it's precious that you can appreciate his attentiveness."
A look of relief appeared on Li Zhengyuan's face.
Yet, this old and young pair suddenly didn't know what to say.
Though they have deep connections, they are essentially strangers.
Li Zhengyuan had never married or had children in his life, the only one he treated as his own son, Su Tianyang, died in Jianghu.
Now only Su Mo, his grand-disciple, remains, whom he had never met.
Now he just feels there are thousands of words he wants to say to Su Mo, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn't know where to begin.
