Although that little brat had stolen his herbs and whisked away his granddaughter, he was, after all, the person she herself loved.
Dugu Bo could disregard anything in this life except his granddaughter, the tenderest piece of his heart.
"You're the best, Grandpa! I love you most!"
Dugu Yan sprang up from the sofa, her face brimming with delight.
She threw herself at Dugu Bo, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a firm kiss on his gaunt cheek.
Her sudden gesture startled Dugu Bo. Then he wiped the saliva off his face in apparent disgust, though the corners of his mouth rose despite himself.
"All right, get some rest."
"You'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. If anything happens, contact me using our Dugu Family's secret technique. That won't be a problem, will it?"
Dugu Bo waved a hand, suppressed that trace of a smile, and resumed his usual aloof expression.
"No problem! Leave it to me, Grandpa!"
Dugu Yan nodded eagerly, then turned and returned to her room.
Her steps were so light she seemed to be dancing, her short lavender hair swishing behind her like a flowing stream.
Watching his granddaughter's impulsive behavior, Dugu Bo felt increasingly helpless.
"With how infatuated Dugu Yan is with that little brat, surely she won't enter the tiger's den and come away with a cub right away?!"
Just as he was about to return to his room, this serious question suddenly occurred to Dugu Bo, stopping him in his tracks.
He stood in the middle of the living room, a distinct flicker of indecision crossing his cold, shadowed eyes.
He knew his granddaughter all too well. As her grandfather, he had seen every bit of that girl's infatuation with Dai Mobai.
A man and a woman alone together, reunited after a