"Impossible," Mr. Gong said, his voice firm as iron. "No matter what, your grandson still has An Yiliang's blood in his veins. The An Family and I have been on opposing sides for a long, long time. The fact that I'm treating you all as mere strangers is already a great show of generosity on my part."
"Cousin!" Old Mrs. An tried to persuade him further. Of all her grandsons, she felt she owed An Zhihan the most. That was why she wanted to convince Mr. Gong to examine his legs. She couldn't bear the thought of An Zhihan spending the rest of his life confined to a wheelchair.
"Say no more," Mr. Gong said, waving his hand dismissively. "This matter is not up for discussion. If you insist on bringing it up, then please leave. We are cousins, and seeing you today is fate enough. Let's not meet again in the future."
Seeing how resolute Mr. Gong was, Old Mrs. An sighed and dropped the subject. "Fine," she said. "Today, let's just catch up as cousins."
