When Xia Xue and Xiao Lin had just fallen into slumber, Elder Xia got up. While having breakfast, when the secretary tried to hand him the morning paper, Elder Xia waved it off and said, "There's no need for these things anymore!"
Xia Yusheng was quite surprised. Every morning during breakfast, Elder Xia would read the business weekly, never missing a day for decades. What was going on today?
"Dad, are you feeling unwell?" Xia Yusheng asked.
"I'm indeed getting old, it's time to delegate power. Xia Xue was right," Elder Xia said. Despite the words, his tone showed no resentment; instead, he seemed to have let everything go, very calm.
"Dad... Xue Er..." Xia Yusheng wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin.
