The young man got off the carriage and headed straight into Zhong Manor, directly towards his grandparents' courtyard.
He came to the bedside of the two elderly people, whose skinny hands trembled as they attempted to grasp the young man's hand.
"Grandson, you've come, how is your mother?"
Fan Sino, whose face resembled Fan Lihua's a bit, looked worriedly at the two elders. Over the years, they had been bedridden and weak, just like his mother. They longed for each other but found it difficult to meet.
"Last month when I returned, my mother was fine. There should be nothing to worry about. I just took a leave to go back and see her."
"Good, good, child." The elders instructed the maid to prepare gifts for the young man and arranged for a carriage to send him back.
Fan Sino reluctantly took one more look at the two elderly people before swiftly running out and boarding the carriage prepared for him.
