Mr. Mo listened to Yu Siqiao's promise, his eyes slightly reddened as he nodded, "Good, good, if you have such awareness, that is for the best."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the surrounding crowd, "It's just that I'm old, and there aren't many days left for me to look after Shushu. It's uncertain when I'll be gone, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make decisions for her."
Mo Shu felt a bit of distress, "Grandpa, you're only 69 years old, you will live to be a hundred!"
Mr. Mo smiled contentedly and asked, "How far along are you?"
Mo Shu fell silent for a moment, "Less than a month."
