Age had never seen Ye Qilan like this before.
Ye Si was always spirited, decisive in business affairs, and tactfully efficient in life.
Ye Qilan was just over thirty, why would he think about writing a will?
"Go to sleep, I'll finish this cigarette and then head upstairs to rest," Ye Qilan patted Age's shoulder gently, clearly wanting some time alone.
Age's expression darkened, at times like these, no matter what he said, Ye Qilan probably wouldn't listen, would he? Perhaps only Su Hongxing could improve Ye Qilan's mood.
But could he even talk to Su Hongxing about something like this?
"And don't gossip in front of Amou," Ye Qilan suddenly added.
With a lump in his throat, Age walked away slowly, vanishing into the darkness. He stood silently until an hour later, he saw Ye Qilan emerging from the Apricot Forest.
He wanted to help Ye Qilan with his worries, but how could he assist with something like this?
