Jiang Sifan looked up at the old man and said earnestly, "Grandfather, don't worry. I'll take good care of Wen Wan. I won't let her suffer."
The old man looked at him, his eyes filled with relief, but also a hint of reluctance to let her go.
He let go of his hand and pulled out a few crumpled bills from under his pillow. It was eight hundred yuan, rolled up and held together with a rubber band.
He handed it to Jiang Sifan, instructing him in a soft voice, "Grandfather doesn't have much money. You take this. Buy Wan'Er something nice to eat. She's always been frugal and hates spending money on herself."
Jiang Sifan quickly pushed it back, shaking his head. "Grandfather, I can't take this. You keep it and buy yourself something nice to eat. I'll take care of Wen Wan, don't you worry."
"Good child. Then Grandfather will entrust Wan'Er to you." The old man watched him for a long moment before taking the money back and nodding.
