"It’s alright, no need to trouble yourself." Jimo Kong shook his head, yet his expression was full of nostalgia: "It’s been a while, and our little Qianqian has grown up. Why did you come here all of a sudden?"

Luo Qianqian gently helped Jimo Kong up and assisted him to the bed by the side, her face filled with sadness as she lightly shook her head: "Teacher, why are you like this? Where’s Brother Chaeng?"

Looking at the cleanliness of the photograph, it was evidently a stark contrast to the room.

Despite the garbage scattered all over the floor and the room filled with a rotten smell, the photograph was as clean as if it was wiped every day.

"It’s a long story..." Jimo Kong smiled bitterly, unsure of how to begin, tugging at the corners of his mouth before looking at the photograph: "He’s gone to work, he will be back later in the evening."

"Didn’t I deposit money into the bank card?" Luo Qianqian was taken aback upon hearing this, finding it hard to believe, she couldn’t comprehend how someone like Jimo Cheng would go out to work?

Living in a place like this, clearly the monthly rent wouldn’t even come close to what they used to spend in a day at a hotel, right?

Jimo Kong’s face stiffened slightly, but it was transient, and he casually replied: "Lost it."

His gaze filled with helplessness; after finding out there was money in the card, Jimo Cheng used it a few times before cutting the card, refusing to accept Luo Qianqian’s help.

And their overseas ventures inexplicably ran into issues, forcing them to leave that city and relocate.

Luo Qianqian sat in silence for a while, then took a deep breath: "I’ll go buy some food, Elder Tang, please keep Teacher company for a while."

Elder Tang nodded, observing that Jimo Kong had already started talking, Luo Qianqian casually tidied up some ground litter, grabbed it and went downstairs, throwing it away as she walked into a nearby café.

An Hao had already gotten up, and upon seeing Luo Qianqian, he ran over quickly: "Sister."

Luo Qianqian patted his head, her expression fraught with distress as she sat in his seat, looking at He Wenyu beside her, somewhat confused.

"What’s wrong?" He Wenyu was puzzled; since when did Luo Qianqian face such difficulties? Something must have happened...

"Well, Grandpa Kong seems to have suffered internal injuries." Luo Qianqian glanced at An Hao’s cheeks, gently pinching them, her face showing a hint of sadness, eyes welling with tears: "I don’t know why, but I feel really distressed, heartaching, almost like I want to cry."

"Then why not go to the hospital?" He Wenyu was taken aback: "How about your senior brother?"

"It seems he went to work." Luo Qianqian gently shook her head, looking out the café window, clearly this wasn’t a wealthy area, no luxury cars in sight.

"As for the hospital, isn’t Old Master Tang a renowned doctor? With him here, why consult other doctors?" Luo Qianqian took a deep breath, her face filled with turmoil: "Should I do something?"

Everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say, after a moment, Luo Qianqian left them, carried the packed food and went upstairs again.

Watching Jimo Kong eat with tears streaming down his face, she felt a mix of emotions.

"Why didn’t you reach out to me?" Luo Qianqian sat beside her, passing a cup of coffee to Old Master Tang, then pushed warm milk before Jimo Kong, her face filled with confusion.

Even if they couldn’t find her, someone around her could have gotten the news and let her know, right?

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Jimo Kong stopped eating, put down his fork, and after looking at Luo Qianqian for a long while, he smiled bitterly: "No need to burden you."

"Burden? When I was tangled with the Xu and Han Families, you and Brother Chaeng didn’t say I was troublesome, how could I possibly be ungrateful? Do you underestimate me?" Luo Qianqian was instantly infuriated, glaring, clearly expressing her thoughts.

"Exactly, even if you don’t want to reach out to Little Luo, aren’t there us old friends?" Old Master Tang nodded repeatedly, took a sip of coffee, then slightly frowned: "What the heck... so bitter and astringent."

Jimo Kong looked at the two before him, especially Luo Qianqian, seeing this photo of hers hanging at home every day, yet unable to face.

His little grandson... simply couldn’t escape from that event, although it’s unclear what’s going on now, he definitely doesn’t want to see Luo Qianqian.

After a long silence, he shook his head: "You should leave, we’re doing fine, we don’t need sympathy, everything is just our choice."

Choice? Breaking off relations with the Jimo Family was a choice, canceling the engagement was a choice, leaving their country was a choice, but this now, bedridden, is also a choice? What kind of choice is that? Choosing to fall?

"Grandpa Kong!" Luo Qianqian frowned deeply, her face clearly showing disapproval.

"Alright, Qianqian, go back... this isn’t a place where you should stay, I appreciate your heart, but leave quickly, don’t let anyone see you."

Jimo Kong frowned tightly, leaning on the pillow, closing his eyes, lips pressed into a line, his face clearly expressing reluctance.

Don’t let anyone see you?

Luo Qianqian was caught in silence, bowed her head, casually rummaged through her small backpack, took out a wad of cash: "Here, this is the least I can do, right?" She looked up, holding back tears, managing a smile, placing the cash on the bedside table, pressing it under the milk.

"Luo Girl." Old Master Tang was momentarily stunned, Jimo Kong’s reason for his injuries was clearly strange, injured to such an extent, yet stubbornly refusing to go to the hospital? Faced conditions to leave, clearly very odd.

However, Luo Qianqian pulling out money clearly meant she was about to walk away from the situation...

Silently watching Jimo Kong close his eyes, Luo Qianqian stood up, then knelt straight down, bowed three times, rose, and turned to leave.

"Jimo..."

"Old Tang, you should go too, this matter, you can’t manage." Jimo Kong anticipated some things upon hearing the voice, smiled bitterly as he opened his eyes, looking towards the door, his muddled eyes filled with gratitude: "You coming to see me makes me happy, to see you now, is my blessing."

Listening to Jimo Kong’s words, Elder Tang fell silent for a moment, heavily sighed: "Take care." He turned and went out, eyes with tears, observing the desolate room, his mind overwhelmed yet powerless.

As a soulmate friend, he could do very little.

Perhaps as Jimo Kong said, he simply couldn’t manage.

Leaving the room, observing Luo Qianqian standing by the door, he softly sighed.

Upon seeing him come out, Luo Qianqian showed no surprise, Jimo Kong’s words were not only aimed at him as eviction, but also at Elder Tang.

The two returned to the café, Luo Qianqian merely tugged at her mouth, not mentioning a word about the events upstairs.

Then led everyone to find a nearby seemingly more upscale hotel, checking in.