Modern times.
As time flew by and the deadline of a month drew near, Zheng Fa could more and more sense Old Man Bai's anxiety.
But the old man, as if afraid of affecting Zheng Fa, did not utter a single word of rush.
This month, Old Man Bai spent less time at the elderly care home and more days at Mrs. Tian's house.
This weekend, Old Man Bai was not at the elderly care home.
"Sir Bai is worried that Grandma Wu can't handle it alone and goes to help every day," Tang Lingwu whispered to Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa nodded slightly, took out his mobile phone, and sent a text message to Old Man Bai: "I have a way to treat Mrs. Tian now."
Less than three seconds later, his phone vibrated frantically.
"Really?"
As soon as the phone call connected, Old Man Bai asked, his voice slightly trembling.
"Mm, I've condensed a Taiyin Talisman, it should be useful."
