After sitting down, Xyla Quest took the initiative to place food on Ron Batton’s plate.

Ron ate a mouthful of rice before he spoke. “I’ll arrange for you two to meet in one week. Once the time has been decided, I’ll reach out to you.”

“Okay,” Xyla said as she gently bit on her chopsticks with an apologetic look on her face.

“Xyla, stay with me for a week if you can. I’ll nurse you back to health,” Ron said.

Xyla shook her head. “I can’t, Grandpa. There’s still a lot of work left back in the