Song Ying was deeply saddened that Bai Shuitang had sacrificed himself to save Song Haoran. Fortunately, Bazil, their enemy, had also been eliminated, which counted as revenge for Bai Shuitang.
Song Haoran had said this to Song Ying with Song Tianyou present, so Song Ying did not doubt him in the slightest.
"I remember that Second Uncle's family seemed to have another cousin who made a living with him in Chinatown. I think his name was Bai Zhan." Song Ying sighed. "Grandpa, Second Uncle risked his life to save Uncle this time. We can't treat him unfairly."
Master Song nodded. "Don't worry. Your grandfather repays kindness with kindness and enmity with enmity. I have some impression of this Bai Zhan you mentioned. A few years ago, Bai Shuitang seemed to have brought him here to pay his New Year respects. I won't 'treat him unfairly.'"
After a pause, Song Tianyou patted Song Ying's hand again and said softly, "Little Ying, stay at the Cold Residence and recuperate for the next few days. Don't worry about anything else. Get some proper rest."
"No... There's still a lot of work at the group that I haven't arranged." Song Ying shook her head. "I can't leave at a time like this. After all, Grandpa, you won't be back in the country for many days. I need to handle everything as quickly as possible."
Song Tianyou was both heartbroken and guilty. His voice grew even gentler. "You don't need to worry too much about that. I'll find someone to handle the group's affairs."
"Find someone?" Song Ying froze and frowned. "Who else is there?"
Song Tianyou smiled slightly, raised his head, and glanced at Song Haoran, who was standing unusually quietly nearby. "What do you think? This fellow is a director of the group,