The voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat low as it said, "It's the same as before, only even more silent. These days the old master often sits alone without speaking. Today, Mrs. Zheng went into his calligraphy room without permission, and the old master didn't even get angry."
Mr. Yan's smile slowly disappeared from his face, revealing a look of worry and sadness. The old master used to have the most fiery temper, and his study was off-limits – no one could enter without his permission.
After a while, he asked with difficulty, "Does the old master still not want to see me?"
"Xiao Hui, you know, for the past two years, the old master has basically not seen anyone."
Even though it was the expected answer, Mr. Yan still felt a heaviness in his chest.
He thought for a moment and then said, "When do you have free time? Let's meet up."
"I can't leave the old master alone…"
