All around, no one dared to speak.

Yan Jia had no strength and didn't want to move much. He kept leaning on the chair in the restaurant, letting the light from the ceiling shine on his angular features.

He still looked bad and had hardly eaten all day. The housekeeper was worried but could not persuade him.

The lights are brightly lit everywhere, and Jiangshan Garden is still the same Jiangshan Garden.

At this time, Yan Jia's cell phone rang, and the sound was particularly abrupt.

The housekeeper was shocked and no one dared to call Yan Jia. During this period, Yan Jia was not even willing to see his friends.

Who dares to call Yan Jia?

The ringing sounded for a while, and then Yan Jia reached out and picked up the phone on the table.

It was a call from Ji Changmu.

"Yan Jia, I heard that you were discharged from the hospital today. I have returned to Qiongzhou and will go to Lancheng to see you in a few days."

"It's okay, Lao Ji, you're busy, I'm fine."

"Just leave the work matters to Chen Kang. As for the rest, as I said before, you must learn to reconcile with yourself."

"Lao Ji, I know, I will take care of myself."

"That's good, go to bed early and call me if you need anything."

"Um."

Ji Changmu didn't say too much. He knew that Yan Jia was quite perceptive, but he couldn't learn to reconcile with himself. Over the years, he had weaved whirlpools for himself until he was deeply buried and unable to get out.

Yan Jia put down his cell phone tiredly and sat quietly in the restaurant, motionless.

No one dared to persuade him, no one dared to disturb him, and he just let Yan Jia sit.

It was approaching twelve o'clock at night, and Yan Jia was still sitting in the restaurant, not talking or asking anything, with his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

The housekeeper felt distressed and frightened, so he finally stepped forward to test his breathing. Seeing that Yan Jia was breathing steadily, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Jia was very alert and woke up immediately.

He opened his eyes, with a self-deprecating arc on his lips: "Are you afraid that something will happen to me? No, Yan is still waiting for me."

"Mr. Yan, go back upstairs and sleep. It's getting late."

"What's going on at Yan Songyuan's place?"

"Although Dong Yan is under house arrest by you, he still has information about his connections. He knows about your hospitalization. However, he doesn't know about Miss Lin and Young Master Zhou Zhou yet."

"Zhouzhou is his little grandson. If he knew, he would go crazy."

"Yes, no one dares to say that. After all, Yan Dong has been in poor health in recent years. During this time, he is recovering at home and is much better than before."

"In his heart, he only has one son, Yan Feng, and one grandson, Yan Zhou."

The butler fell silent.

Yan Jia smiled sarcastically, finally stood up on the wooden chair and walked out of the restaurant slowly.

His slender and lonely figure was elongated by the light, and it was another silent night. Day changed to night, day after day.

Yan Songyuan also knew that he had been lying in the hospital for so long, but he was not worthy of being a father.

Since he moved to Jiangshanyuan, he and Yan Songyuan have almost never met again. Even if they did meet, it would be nothing more than quarrels and cold exchanges. They didn't look like father and son, and they were clearly enemies.

Yan Jia doesn't care about this anymore. He has been used to it for more than thirty years.

Yan Jia did not go to his room. He slept in Lin Zhi's room. He had slept here many times before, including the night when he had stomach bleeding.
Chapter completed!