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"Has the person delivering the letter left?"
"Yes!" the elderly servant replied.
Tan Jingtai stood up and paced back and forth in the yard for quite some time.
The letter was naturally sent by Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan didn't have a habit of doing good deeds anonymously; since he wanted to help Tan Jingtai, he made sure Tan Jingtai knew that it was his doing.
After all, Tan Jingtai would soon be his immediate superior, and Yang Zhenshan needed his help in many aspects.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? Are we continuing the game of chess or not?"
Tan Jingtai's doubt and hesitation dissatisfied the grandson who was playing chess with him.
Hearing the voice of his grandson, Tan Jingtai stopped pacing and gazed at the little boy.
The little one was clever and agile, charming and adorable.
This grandson was his most beloved, what a pity that he came into his life so late.
"Grandpa~~" the grandson called out again.
