Because Mrs. Ye was present, Old Man Bai did not go into detail about the person whose life was nearing its end.
Although Mrs. Ye and Zheng Fa had already established a cooperative relationship,
the three of them still consciously held back in front of her—they tried not to mention anything related to cultivation when she was around.
Even Tang Lingwu did the same.
The car journey stretched into the night, and Mrs. Ye's expression gradually took on an air of weariness, her facial muscles slightly stiff.
Zheng Fa knew this was because the fatigue had caused a recurrence of her illness.
Tang Lingwu looked somewhat anxious by her side.
"Shall I give you a massage?"
Zheng Fa asked softly.
Mrs. Ye's eyes lit up, and she eagerly nodded her head.
Tang Lingwu glanced at the driver in front, stood up, and bent over her mother.
To outsiders, she seemed to be observing Mrs. Ye's condition, but in reality, she was blocking the driver's view for Zheng Fa.
