The air in the hospital room seemed to freeze instantly. Ni Yeping's hand dropped the enamel mug against the bedside table with a sharp "clang," splashing a few drops of herbal tea.
His hand trembled slightly as he adjusted his reading glasses, his gaze fixed intently on Mu Qingxuan from behind the lenses, as if searching for some familiar shadow beneath her features.
"What did you just say your grandfather's name is?"
Chapter 137