Thinking about these things, Xia Yiru could hardly stand steadily.
"Sir, what's the matter?"
Seeing Feng Yifan leave, He Shuya immediately jogged back, not expecting that her own Old Master would be so agitated.
He Shuya supported Xia Yiru, helping him sit back in the chair.
"Sir, what on earth happened? What exactly did Young Master Yifan say to you?"
Xia Yiru took a few deep breaths to steady his breathing.
"Tomorrow is my birthday, ask the Third Young Master to bring Chuxue back, no, today, it's today that's my birthday."
Xia Yiru looked at He Shuya, still shaken.
He couldn't imagine how things turned out this way. Yet, his granddaughter had told him nothing.
"No matter what, I beg you to ask the Third Young Master to bring Chuxue back."
"But, Sir, hasn't your birthday already passed two months ago?" He Shuya said softly.
"I said, Chuxue must come back, no matter what method is used!" Xia Yiru said coldly.
