Qin Jinhuan didn’t come back until the next afternoon. When she saw him coming back, Mu Yu, who had gotten anxious while waiting, got up and asked him about Qin Chengxi’s condition.

“Xi is fine,” Qin Jinhuan replied in a seemingly casual manner as he helped her lie down.

“Did you agree to Qin Wentao’s demands, or did you solve the problem using other means?”

“Grandpa took care of this matter, and I merely sent Xi to the Shang ...